Chapter 75

Riley

Poppy was completely lost in it.

She kept grinding her dripping c.u.n.t against the camcorder Dickinson was pressing between her legs, moaning sweetly as the hard lens rubbed over her swollen clit. Her hips rolled in filthy little circles, coating the camera in her slick juices.

Dickinson’s breathing grew ragged. Suddenly, he reached forward and ripped Poppy’s tiny pink top clean off her body, exposing her full, perky t.i.ts.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned, grabbing both t.i.ts roughly with his greasy hands. “I’ve wanted to touch these pretty t.i.ts for so long. Ever since I watched you and Riley ride that Sybian together, licking each other’s c.u.n.ts like...