WET DREAMS UNIVERSITY 247 Dancing by the Boob Tube Light Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM ANAL BDSM BONDAGE SOLO TOYS)

The shy gasp that came from Clarissa. Even though they have seen each other naked a hundred times. The touch of her hand still makes Clarissa want to melt.
Running her hands along the outside of her own tits. Clarissa knew what A’drea was thinking. Letting her fingers wrap around to cover the areola, just leaving enough of a crack for her nipples to pop out.
Allowing the softest moan to escape through her lips, “Mmmm..” Even as her fingers clamped down on her greedy nipples she could feel the heat rising between her legs.
A’drea’s hands tightened on Clarissa’s flanks butt it was to late. The gentle rubbing of their two lips. The sudden jerk of Clarissa’s hips allowed her the chance to drag her pussy back over A’drea’s pubic hairs. “Ooo..” was all that came out of Clarissa’s mouth even though leaving a wet streak along the perfect V that was A’drea’s rug.
Staring into her eyes. “So soft they are.. (instead of touching A’drea’s cheek, Clarissa tweaked her own nipples) so soft, so watchful, so.. (gasping for breath) so..” loosing her battle before it ever began with just the touch of A’drea’s hands on her ass. “Mmmmmmmmm.. Ohmifuck I’m gonna..” letting her hips speak for her. Each jerk forward brought a harder drag back. Even as Clarissa’s lips spread for the course hair on A’drea’s pelvis. Shaking her head yes, taking in ragged breaths, the big orgasm was just on the tip of.. “Ooooh, fuckkk yes” starting as a ghost whisper butt building in strength with each passing heartbeat. “OooOoooOoooo yesss yesssssssss..” A’drea’s pubic hair was a matted mess of rough cum butt Clarissa had not yet achieved her ultimate goal.
“What, what.. where has her hand gone? I just don’t care cuz.. Ooo cuz..” freezing Clarissa’s thoughts in mid orgasm was a risk that A’drea wanted to take. Running her hand through that perfect main of blonde locks. Gripping the back of Clarissa’s head and allowing her other hand to drift. Ah, not to far butt just enough to wrap around Clarissa’s spamming bum. Pressing two fingers against Clarissa’s asshole as her jerks had stopped.
“I.. cum..” what ever A’drea did triggered the ultimate naughty side to rear it’s beautiful head. “OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” feeling the warmth spreading. “..cum yes, y..sss, ..ssssss OooOoooOoooo my fuckkk..” showering both of them with the hot mess of Clarissa’s cum.
Pressing their lips together. Battling back the need to moan any further. The softness of A’drea’s lips would be enough to trigger Clarissa’s squirt-a-thon butt the passion was there. Tongues lash out at one another. Intertwining as the lips shift for a new position. A’drea’s fingers rimming Clarissa’s asshole, no longer waiting at the surface. “Do.. it, yes.. yesss” taking a break so she could reload her lungs with the sweetest of air before missing the entanglement of A’drea’s tongue.
Thrusting her hips forward once again as A’drea sinks the twins deep in her ass. The kisses became sweeter as more cum flowed out. “Choke me..” Clarissa whispered pulling back from the one thing she missed more than life.
Alas that one request was all it took. The feeling of sweet air being restricted even though Clarissa push her neck tighter into A’drea’s grip. Feeling the cum building inside her, the orgasm ready to spring forth. “Y..s Ooo ..esss” Clarissa moaned out. “Tighter.. ..e.. ti…er” that was it. Right there that moment when the light and the dark merged together. Clarissa has seen heaven and is going to cum. “..oo f..ck..ng A.. aaaaa” Clarissa’s speech was a orgasmic mess butt her hands released her tits and clasped with A’drea’s arm. Holding it in place as the squirting began, holding it in place as her futile attempts to speak where choked off. Closing her eyes as tears fell, her mouth was agape as the gurgled sounds of the greatest orgasm. Flooding A’drea’s lap with the sweet cum that she help to produce.
Gasping for breath not only cause of the choke butt the orgasm, that wondrous hard cuming loose yourself in the gray orgasm that just flooded out. Wanting to kiss the woman who inspired, who helped, who’s hand print was now part of Clarissa’s neck. The sweetness of a Sub kissing the one reason for ever opening one’s eyes in the morning. Perched on A’drea’s lap in the boob tube light, sitting in a chair with no hope of escape not until Clarissa gets what she wants. Yep, those lips right there.
Waving A’drea to follow even as the front room goes dark, “Cum, cum if you want to be paid back..”

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