Backstage of Fuck pet

She crawled onto Frank before the door shut. One hand reached back, spreading herself open so the head of his cock nudged against that small ring. Her hips sank. The ring stretched, took him, then swallowed the rest in a slow slide that made her breath catch. Frank gripped her waist. She rode him hard, blonde hair sticking to her shoulders, the muscles of her ass flexing each time she dropped. A brunette stood behind them, watching, her fingers already slick between her own thighs. The teen leaned forward, arching, taking Frank deeper until her cheeks met his lap. Every thrust came back wetter. She moaned louder, the sound high and raw, while the brunette stepped closer, hungry to join.