Her Mouth

Chrissie's sudden muffled gibberish was due to the fact that I had suddenly pressed my ass backward, the glass dildo protruding from my ass scoring a bulls-eye into her mouth. The dildo pinned her head to the back of the sofa, and she couldn't move without risking being choked. I reached behind me and plucked the phone from her hand. Her squeaks became shrill as her hands slapped stingingly but ineffectively on my bare ass. I wriggled my hips as I said sweetly into the phone, "This is Erica. I'm sorry...Chrissie is a little busy now. So, what's the deal?"