Now Janice brought her bag into view, and from this she produced her favourite bitch-fucking weapon: the ten-inch strap-on which she had mentioned earlier. She seemed to realise the same, as she responded in a slightly gentler voice:
‘Sterling … xnx Suddenly, with a broken cry, she released her tits and instead grabbed handfuls of my hair in each hand, using it – rather painfully – as a handle with which to ram the strap-on in and out of her wetly slapping pussy, with deep and forceful plunges that were given even greater effect by being met with volcanic upthrusts of her pelvis. The officer stepped into the harness and pulled it up her legs, and I saw her press the switch on the internal vibrator and then firmly push this into her own hole, before adjusting my clever triple-straps so that the external phallus was sticking
