Escape From Playtime

Escape, Brooke. Go ahead and try. Escape from my hands exploring your body and my fingers slipping into your wet hole. Escape from this gag and german restraints that are -made- for this. There is no escaping, but it’s cute when you try. Each buck and thrash or defeated look in your eye that quickly transitions to a pleasure distraction. I wonder if you could do it without my fingers deep inside of you or this hitachi pressed against your naked clit. Hah. Keep dreaming.