#27872 - Melissa’s eyes widened even further, but I could see the gleam of submissive anticipation in them, and – as if in confirmation – she stretched and arched her back towards me, like a pussy-cat wanting to be stroked. This motion lifted her shoulders and the upper part of her chest away from Miss Russell’s, although the rope around their waists ensured that the teenager’s nipples were still brushing against the older woman’s. I could feel how her whole body was shuddering under the powerful driving force of the vibrator, and with each hand I grasped a hank of her blonde hair on either side of her head, and used these improvised pony-tails as handles to force her face to stay pressed against my cunt.