“Never seen anything like this before.”
“I-I don’t know.” Was all Kelly could say in a hushed voice before tenderly laying a gloved hand over the taut sphere of the woman’s stomach. Mark was giving it hard to her neck, like a man possessed, hands clutching the back of her head, fingers squeezing at fists fulls of her hair, strangling Amanda with his organ. Indian sex Her core was throbbing, her breaths coming in heavy pants, yet she knew it wasn’t over, the heat was only rising in intensity. “Fuck it… I’m leaving”
Then Amanda’s back arched, wailing out with such a noise, Kelly couldn’t tell if it was from agony or bliss, she clung on to the woman’s hand, even though every instinct was telling her to run with Trish. Her loosened cervix offering no resistance to the cock plunging past it, punching into the limits of her malleable chamber. Her torso was nude, perky tits rising and falling with her frightened breaths, her bare slit exposed to the tip of the abdomen moving under it, legs being drawn apart by his hooked claws.
