Willow cooed as the girl seemed to actually crave the setting. Faythe was perfection as a willing sex toy. She seemed to adjust to every new experience with a lustful appetite.<br/><br/>Jerome had slowed now, not for her sake, but because he needed a rest. Now a slow smooth fuck started. Willow’s eyes glistened at Jerome’s with each lick from Fay she whimpered her love across to her husband. It was as if Faythe was an mediator for their love.<br/>