Laundry Day #9 (Pixiv Fanbox)

Felicity pushed Erin up against the row of washers, bending her back upwards for an easier grip. She was such a good girl ("I still am, really!" -Felicity)...but being the one in charge like this was...different. Fun. She kind of liked it. The big swinging strapon lunged forward once again and punctured the Irish girl's tight anus, causing her eyes to bulge and a gasp to escape her lungs as the massive rubber appendage pierced deeply into her ass. Felicity paid her no mind though. She could feel the other end of the dildo wedged deeply inside her, vibrate and pulse in turn. Each thrust caused it to tingle the nerves deep inside her pussy.

She pumped harder.

Felicity was in the Red Zone (as Dr. Yamanako called it). Driven by a singular desire of lust and sexual frenzy. Nothing could stop her. Her face was emotionless. Driven. Erin's panting and mewling were starting to annoy her though. In an uncharacteristic move for a dainty young girl like her, she reached around and grabbed Erin's throat, squeezing. The red-headed girl's eyes bulged and the temporary loss of breath excited her. The two girls were getting close to the peak.