She was hitting every mark despite her breakneck speed. She was in a hurry to make me c*m. She was trying to sideline me, to prove that she was the better f**k.
Shakira was stronger than she appeared. She pinned back my parted legs so that my snatch was completely exposed.
She planted her hands on my thighs and rocked my nether regions back and forth. Neck motions were unnecessary.
She rocked me so hard that her tongue was able to effortlessly indulge all of me from my c**t to my slit. She just extended her wiggling tool while all my goodies came to her.
She didn't need help but received some anyway. Dustin held my rocking t**t still and somehow made space for his mouth.
While Shakira was primarily tackling my c**t, Dustin honed his efforts into and around my hole. He plugged his to
