<span style="font-weight: bold"> Jess </span><br/><br/>Struggle as she may Jess simply couldn't seem to make any headway on releasing herself from Naomi's nethers. The clenching muscles that ripple and pull, where far too tight as they work tirelessly against breasts. Her soft mounds being needed, the nipples rubbed and stimulated, slathering by the internal folds of the woman's love tunnel. Jess cannot help but to moan out, a mix of arousal and frustration as her stomach is worked into that passage. Pussy lips chewing against the curve of her rear, as Naomi's fingers delve deep within the entrance to her own flower. "Let me out! You came to help, not, not like this!" she protests as her head and shoulders are fed into the welcoming embrace of Naomi's womb. She kicking her feet, unable to resist, unable to escape, pulled unavoidably into the woman's body who she had worked so very hard to please.