Tegan’s phone notification sound was a recording of one of Sara’s cute penetration yelps. Black porn Tegan did not give a single fuck about anyone else or how she could rule the world if she wanted to. The light had but faded from them in the throes of her final conscious orgasm. “I’m plenty comfortable the way things are, thank you.” Tegan’s voice cracked and revealed her emotional weakness. When the quivering of her legs died down and her toes uncurled, Sara was lowered to solid ground but stayed pushed on the shower wall while her legs built the strength to stand on their own. Her gym shorts had a pronounced butt cleavage to work around the tail. They would then lotion their morning wood to masturbate thinking about her red lips vacuum-sealing their cocks. With blood dripping from the corner of her lips, Jade explained: “You can’t give me back my life, but you can give me yours.
