The girls’ pillow talk goes from toys to sandwiches, punctuated by their culminating moans and gasps. All their expressions are so vicariously effective, you’ll feel as if you’ve experienced the friendship and the benefits too. This is the tender completion of the kind of long sticky summer romp that wet dreams are made of.
Though they both may have a preference for increased speed and pressure, there’s that added dichotomy here, the desire to satisfy each other, but the reluctance to satiate – lest it be over too soon. But don’t worry just yet; there’s one more dose of “Faster Harder” to come.
Gala starts things off with the sassy demand, “Do me, bitch.” Oh, each of them will be getting ‘did’ for sure, but we have a well matched pair of instigators here. Instead, the way these two comfortably and gradually ease into each other is more about savouring the experience than about any kinda wham-bam-thankya-ma’am action.
With her capacity for speech removed, she reaches a new level of submission. It’s complete, all-consuming. What happens after the gag enters her mouth is entirely up to him. But then, it always is.