In her bed, Evangeline had replaced her fingers with the head of her hairbrush, pressing it against her in time with Scott’s movements in her head.He pushed hard against her, his tongue wrestling with hers, both hands now on her bum, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. His hips were thrusting hard against her now, moving faster and faster, the tip of his penis playing against her open pussy.She wanted him so bad. She squeezed her breasts. She was on fire, panting hard, close to orgasm. She wanted him in her.The hairbrush moved into her, poised, ready to be thrust deep into her snatch. She took a deep breath, her eyes closed, waiting, already trembling.Scott pressed himself hard into her.The hairbrush moved in her but stopped short. The part of her that was still aware held back. Still, it was enough. The image of Scott’s cock pushed her over the edge. Evangeline arched her back, still in her bed, still alone, as a wave of pleasure washed over her. With her body shaped like
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