Hot Moka Mora gets her tight pussy rammed by TS Chelsea shecock

She leaned in close to Latina the side of his semi-flustered face, as her finger rested square above his sacrum. He realized, after a moment, that he felt something foreign, pressed firmly against his back.. “Relax...” She whispered, warming the inner canal of his ear slightly. “AwhYeah- Not the ear- AHHWHa-!!” Suddenly he jumped, as the strange sensation of a mystery object buzzing, with surprising force, against the fabric of his graphic gray tee, nearly caused him to collide his forehead into her lowered chin. She, defensively, jumped as well, giggling all the while. Understandably Big Tits pulling partially away, she held up a surprisingly small, vibrating, silicon disc-like object; and her de-cased, slightly-scratched smartphone, before sliding the latter into his empty palm. James lingers on the scuffed screen display finding what appeared to be an app. “What's this do?” There's not much other than a logo, and a tiny marker set to the mid point of an on-screen slider. Curiously he big cock slides it to the left, and the already soft sound emitting from the suction-suspended disc grows even softer. He blinks. “Hmm, quick response, very fine-tuned..” He watches as her deviant smile, forming from cheek to dimpled cheek, returned in full. “I was actually gonna try it out..” Her pensive not-so-subtle “glee”, was a MORE-than-subtle challenge, and made the ever-present tingle, plaguing his gut for the majority of the day, intensify dramatically. He fiddled absentmindedly with the slider, understanding vaguely what this interactive... toy.. was meant to do. Noticing the bag a few meter's away, it's contents carefully tucked away, he could also tell this was just the portal to the seemingly never-ending void. “I just wanted to check on you first..” Her exquisite voice, was dark. He amateur knew what she was trying to do.. and though he was almost tempted to deny her systematic attempt at distraction and allow himself the space needed get his bearings, on his own, he just couldn't let her get off (alone) on such torment. “Oh yeah?” He mumbled, pushing the slider far to the left, nearly turning it off, before looping a sturdy arm around her plush waist, bringing her near to engulf and inhale once more. “Maybe you shouldn't wear IT out.” He muttered gruffly against the insanely comfortable cotton fabric shielding her belly button, and below, from his suddenly ravenous reach. Skipping not a single-beat, her eyes go, quite noticeably, from the phone, down to his left palm, up to the small disc in her right... Before settling even lower onto his, immensely pronounced, crotch... ...Only to return an equally heated, bemused glower. “...I can't help it.” She sighs. He finally releases the fabric from gently clenched teeth, as he turns his attention to her. Danielle's grin parts as she sticks out her tongue and licks the sterile surface of the blue fingertip length, suction-cup-like oval. With a big cock visible effort, he composed himself and focused on her beautiful, unhappy face. “Make me happy, too!” a new voice howled. I marched towards them, my cock hard. I changed my mind about whom was going to drive what group. “Maybe it’s failed, maybe not. I had never been such Latina a complicated mess of negative emotions in my life, and while I wanted to expel Big Tits them all, I also wanted to keep them bottled up… I don’t know why. He came into amateur the studio he wearing nothing but a very tiny black g-string with a huge bulge showing. All of a sudden it was over as quick as it started; the train stopped at the next station and all the noisy young men got off. “That’s the gent…..” “Share the slut,” another man complained.