Still water really runs deep, she thought to herself, smiling.
Little by little she increased the pressure of her thrust.
"UUuuuunnnngggghhhh!" Priscilla gasped, feeling the swollen head of the imagined p***s working into her tight p***y. She arched her thighs against the probing rubber prick, anxious to feel that rubbery point butt against her cervix. It was so swollen, so immense, it was far larger than anything Harold Frischeen had shoved into her. But she was so needful of it, she didn't care if the unyielding, artificial c**k slashed her cunt in two. The pressure against her helplessly throbbing pussywalls increased with steady pressure. The swollen rubber pressed her in-sides so far out, she felt as if the pain would drive her mad. But then the cervix felt the rubber knob slam into
