She was almost kneeling, now, but pitched considerably forward, with much of her weight on her wrists. To get any kind of balance at all, she had to try to pull her legs under her--but his knees were pressing down hard on her ankles, so that when she did that, the only effect was to pull her body back a few inches.
Onto his waiting c**k.
"I do think the cameras like this angle better," he breathed in her ear, as one hand began to tease her c**t with the toy again and the other came up to pinch a stiff pink n****e.
Humiliatingly, Emma realized she'd already begun to f**k herself back against him again--but only because she couldn't help it, in this awkward position. Right? The question blurred into meaninglessness in her mind as she groaned with animal need, his c**k now in the perfect p
