Riding the Strap-on

Jack sat back and pulled Miranda onto her lap, dick still inside. “You know what to do,” Jack muttered as she laid on her back.

Miranda nodded as she slid up and down, bouncing on Jack’s lap. Jack thrusted her hips to a rhythm as Miranda’s boobs bounced up and down, her nipples hard, pussy dripping. Jack clutched Miranda’s butt cheeks as she moaned.

“Jack…” Miranda moaned. “Uhhhh…. Jack!”