Whispers After Dark
Vicky watched, breathing harder, her fingers dipping into her own pussy now.
“That’s it, baby. Get it nice and sloppy for Mommy’s cunt.”
I pulled it free with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting my lips to the tip, then repeated on the other end until both sides glistened.
Vicky took it from me, lay back, and spread her legs wide. She rubbed one slick head against her swollen folds, coating it in fresh arousal.
“Watch me take it,” she murmured.
She pressed the tip inside herself slowl. Her lips parted around the thick head, stretching pink and obscene. She moaned low in her throat as she sank half of it in, her hips rolling to work it deeper.