...SOREN...
******
I still couldn't f*****g breath easily.
She f****d herself harder, faster, a woman possessed. One hand gripped her own ass cheek, pulling herself open wider for an imaginary me, offering a devastating view of her tight, clenching hole. The other hand frantically circled her c**t. Her moans became higher, tighter, desperate.
"I'm gonna come all over your fake c**k," she gasped, her rhythm becoming erratic, brutal. "I'm gonna f*****g squirt for you, Soren. Watch me."
And she did. With a final, guttural cry, her body locked up. A jet of clear fluid squirted out from around the base of the dildo, arcing through the air to soak the sheets beneath her. It wasn't a trickle; it was a flood. A splurt of release that seemed to go on forever. Her whole body convulsed, a series
