She pretends not to notice when that younger girl sneaks into the room—blonde MILF already has her mouth wrapped tight around the pink monster. Throat muscles clenching, tongue lashing at every inch as cum shoots down her gullet. Then—click—the door creaks. Vicky locks eyes with Sunny Lane through half-lowered lids, biting down harder like she knew someone was watching all along. Slides off slowly, lips glistening with spit and evidence. The dildo still twitches between them. Neither one moves.
