My pussy spasmed, adding ripples of delight to the powerful pleasure supplied by my erupting girl-cock. Porn Cameras recorded this, broadcasting it on cable networks, free of the FCC and their puritanical rules. When my next question came up, I aimed it at Jordan, that naughty producer who helped Amelia trick me seven months ago. She gave me a sultry smile. Though she had nothing on the skill of your tongue, Becky.”
“I’ve had lots of practice,” I said, my futa-dick throbbing in my hand. My pussy clenched on my probing fingers while my dick throbbed in my stroking hand. On my right was Amelia McCreery, the CNN host I bred on live TV. Her juices flooded down my thighs.
