Desi Rekha’s Drenched Solo Session: Riding Her Dildo to Ecstasy

Then she stopped and came around the table to where I was sitting. Vxxx I did this rhythmically for a while—tightening and releasing, tightening and releasing—and I could tell it was making her crazy. She leaned into it, closing her eyes, for a moment. Her smile faded somewhat, but she did what I asked. And if you want to pretend to be that way then you certainly can; if that’s your choice then I will forget that last night ever happened and leave you alone. In, slowly. Carol obviously had no idea what was being rubbed between her legs, but by that point I don’t think it mattered much, as she was too busy trying to keep her moans and whimpers from being heard.