Cynthia Crawfield
Planetoid
- Joined
- Dec 22, 2012
Alexis's mind zeroed in on Frida's birthmark once again, though this time subconsciously. Her mind was transfixed, as if trying to mesh something out of nearly forty years of memories. Nothing came but haze, yet Alexis found that her crop was gently stroking that purple mark as if it was the head of a lover...
Shaking herself from her subconscious daze, Alexis moved her crop from Frida's birthmark to between the girl's rear cheeks, rubbing the leather tip from Frida's asshole to the girl's clit then back. Reaching down with her free hand, Alexis tugged the zipped concealing her crotch until her own moist, clean shaven sex was exposed before loosening her submissive's gag. Pulling the crop back, the latex clad dominatrix used both hands to pull the silicon ball from Frida's mouth by the straps before letting the saliva covered silicon to rest against Frida's collar. "Has Bethany ever used your face as a sex toy sister?" Alexis suddenly asked, her voice a seductive purr.
Shaking herself from her subconscious daze, Alexis moved her crop from Frida's birthmark to between the girl's rear cheeks, rubbing the leather tip from Frida's asshole to the girl's clit then back. Reaching down with her free hand, Alexis tugged the zipped concealing her crotch until her own moist, clean shaven sex was exposed before loosening her submissive's gag. Pulling the crop back, the latex clad dominatrix used both hands to pull the silicon ball from Frida's mouth by the straps before letting the saliva covered silicon to rest against Frida's collar. "Has Bethany ever used your face as a sex toy sister?" Alexis suddenly asked, her voice a seductive purr.