Sandra’s dirty talk ravaged Danielle’s s*x-stunned senses. With a growl, she pulled Sandra’s hips down, her mouth searching for her clit. She found it and fastened her lips on it, alternately sucking at it with her lips and strumming her tongue-tip across it.
Meanwhile, Sandra had changed what she was doing to her phallus. A hand gripped her by the base of her c**k, pumping energetically. Every time her mouth rose up, almost as if it was trying to suck the c*m out of her, her hand did as well, until she was helplessly raising and lowering her hips, doing anything, anything, to lengthen the time her shaft spent within the hot wet cavern of her mouth. Her c**k felt massive, painfully hard, and now, and now she felt it, a tingle deep within, as if boiling liquid was rushing up its center in
