| The soft springy curls of Leeza's pubic hair pressed against her tailbone, as the smooth, manicured hands hefted and squeezed her heavy breasts from behind. The powerful current drummed mercilessly on her mons and Darci surrendered with a whimper, opening her thighs and leaning back, gulping for air as the pressurized stream played onto her meaty labia. Leeza came beside her, suckling at the dark bud of her nipple, sliding one slender hand beneath her shoulder blades for support, and ... |