Yvonne opened her cuntjuice-filled mouth and shrieked with hopeless agony.
In the small bedroom behind the motel office, Diana Burden smiled and nodded at the screen. "Nice," she murmured dreamily. She felt the awakening of lust in her pussy and smelled the tang of aroused cunt. "How long do you think we can keep this up, honey?"
"Hey," Mike said, a bit breathlessly, "what do you think the little guy is going to do with that cigarette?"
Diana shook her head, toying with the cockhead with her tongue. But she rolled her eyes around to watch.
She didn't want to miss any of this.