Marissa’s strap-on was bigger and harder than any cock Katelin had taken up her ass.
“Can’t believe I won your ass in the poker game last night,” Marissa said. “You know, my dick might not be real, but it won’t get soft no matter how many times I cum while fucking this sweet, little ass!”
“Wo-won’t your hips get… get tired?”
“I cross train, bitch. Your ass is getting hours of fucking every day!” Marissa said, slapping Katelin’s ass for emphasis.
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