The thought was dirtily flattering somehow—and the urgent thrusting of that monstrous black rubber p***s soon overcame what crumbling inhibitions Rachel still may have had. Impaled to the very core and whimpering in a joy that she had not wanted and yet now could not deny, the groaning Rachel finally just lowered her poor flushed face that last long inch until finally she was buried in naked, slippery young p***y that was warm and wet and open all for her. Shuddering, she began to wallow through the gaping pink, her nose, her lips, her eyes filled with nothing but another girl’s most intimate femininity. Suddenly it seemed that she lived for cunt, and nothing more.
“Oho, there you go, you little c**k-tease!” chuckled Lisa, riding her great rubber phallus to the hilt in Rachel’s poor dilat
