Briana Banks videos
I notice banks briana hand moving down to stroke your cock and pull your wrist away. “No. Not yet.” I take the small vibrator out of your quivering ass and apply a little more lube. This time I work two fingers into briana, slowly but surely. briana start to sweat and small grunts come from your throat as the rings of muscle stretch to accommodate them. I cup and squeeze your balls gently while my fingers churn in and out of your expanding asshole. Quickly I pull out my fingers and replace them with the second vibrator, easing it in carefully as you wail into the cushion and push your hips back against my hand. I chuckle. “Look at you now, you little butt slut!” I tease, not harshly, turning the ring on the toy to start the vibrations. Your response is a muted whimper. I start working the shaft slowly and deliberately in and out of you, imagining how utterly delectable those bumps and ridges feel as they slip and slide over those most sensitive folds of delicate tissue. My pace increases and I ream you faster, faster, savoring your long low moans as my hand pumps the thing into you wildly. Again your hand reaches for your cock and I slap it away. I am afraid if I let you touch yourself now you will cum too quickly, despite your earlier activity.
“Please,” you beg breathlessly, “pleeeease…” I ignore this and keep plunging the vibrator into banks briana a while longer as your pleas turn again to moans, then abruptly withdraw it. “Noooo!” I hear you wail into the cushion. Your hips buck at the sudden emptiness, your reddened, grasping hole abandoned.
“You want more, don’t you,” I purr, running my fingertip oh-so-lightly up and down along your crack, pausing occasionally to push just the very tip into you and out again. Your response is muffled. “I can’t hear you baby, what was that?”
“Yes.” You turn your head to the side, your face flushed and sweating. “Please, yes, I want more.”
I reach for the dildo and harness. “What is it you want more of?”
You watch me as I slip the dildo into the harness. “You know.”
I smile and pull the glove off, then begin to fasten the harness on myself. “Yes, I do know. But I want to hear you say it.”
“I … I want…”
The strap that passes between my lags has a shortish but thick built-in shaft that you watch me push up into myself as I secure the strap. I hold the protruding dildo in my hand; its weight and solidity feel good and the small knobs of rubber on the strap pressing against my clit give me a shiver. “Want what?”
“I want…banks briana …to…fuck…my ass,” you finally stammer, very quietly.
I move again to kneel behind you and start smearing a handful of lube on the latex dong. “Say it louder.”
“I want banks briana to fuck my ass,” you say, with much more conviction.
I rest the oiled pole between your cheeks. “Don’t you think you ought to say please?” I push the end down, pressure against your tense and ready hole.
“Yes.” You turn your head to the side, your face flushed and sweating. “Please, yes, I want more.”
I reach for the dildo and harness. “What is it you want more of?”
You watch me as I slip the dildo into the harness. “You know.”
I smile and pull the glove off, then begin to fasten the harness on myself. “Yes, I do know. But I want to hear you say it.”
“I … I want…”
The strap that passes between my lags has a shortish but thick built-in shaft that you watch me push up into myself as I secure the strap. I hold the protruding dildo in my hand; its weight and solidity feel good and the small knobs of rubber on the strap pressing against my clit give me a shiver. “Want what?”
“I want…banks briana …to…fuck…my ass,” you finally stammer, very quietly.
I move again to kneel behind you and start smearing a handful of lube on the latex dong. “Say it louder.”
“I want banks briana to fuck my ass,” you say, with much more conviction.
I rest the oiled pole between your cheeks. “Don’t you think you ought to say please?” I push the end down, pressure against your tense and ready hole.
