Kate started to thrust faster, harder, more feverish and desperate. She'd already come once -- and gloriously -- but she could feel another climax brewing. If anything deserved it, it was the tight, clinging ring that the goth girl was reaming so needfully.<br/><br/>Once Abby stopped squirming, she reached down to cup those plushy tits, squeezing and groping them forcefully, as desperately as she fucked the hostess's ass. Her fingers twisted and pulled at those piercings, loving the way they distorted and hardened the stiff nipples wrapped around them.<br/><br/>And she never ever stopped thrusting. Only harder and faster, driving herself into a frenzy and whipping their natural juices into a frothy sauce, getting that slab of goth cock all the more slick to hit (and slam against) those deep, hard to reach pleasure-spots....<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>