~Kendra
Patrick didn't waste another second. He drove two long, oil-slicked fingers deep into my tight p***y. I let out a sharp, jagged moan that echoed through the quiet spa room. "McKayla... oh god, McKayla!"
"That's right, honey. Take it like a good girl," McKayla purred from the next table.
She didn't stay there for long; she slid off her bed and walked over, standing right over me so I could see her massive, oiled-up t**s swaying just inches from my face. "I've seen the way you look at me, Kendra. I knew exactly what you wanted for our little 'bonding' day."
Patrick was relentless. He stayed behind me, his fingers thrusting in and out of my heat with a wet, squelching sound. I was whimpering, my face buried in the face-rest as I felt my walls clenching around him.
"She’s so wet
