Tori visits Sandy - part 2.

Sandy loved the open air, her hair loose and her skin warmed by the light. But nothing beat the feeling of a woman coming apart under her. So she fastened the strap-on, slid behind Tori, and drove the silicone deep. Each thrust found what Tori’s boyfriend never could—angles that made her gasp, twist, and push back for more. Tori’s blonde head dropped to the mattress; Sandy’s brown hair brushed her shoulders as she held the girl steady and kept going, relentless, until Tori’s body trembled and broke around her.