Camage

Another lazy sunday afternoon, but Camage has no one to spend it with. No matter, she can have plenty of fun alone in her dorm room. She takes off her pants and grabs her favorite toy, resembling a dental retractor - an intricate stainless steel wire designed to hold her mouth agape. As soon as it's pushed firmly between her jaws, viscous slippery drool floods her pryed-open oral cavity, overflowing, running down her chin, transparent globs dripping onto her slim frame. Noticing the wet stain growing on her loose red hoodie, Camage lifts it up, exposing her tattooed skin and small breasts, concaving stomach pulled in under the subtle ribcage. Starting from the black choker tight around her neck, she traces her fingers along the wet trails of spittle, going over the erect nipples down to the narrow bush between her legs. She slides the spit-soaked fingers into her slit, rubbing the clit with her thumb, toes curling in delight, but it's not enough. So Camage brings the pussy juice covered fingers to her mouth and shoves them deep into her throat. This pushes the dental toy even further back, pinning her tongue to the roof of her mouth, cutting off her airway slightly. She gags, furiously pumping the fingers in and out, her body begins to convulse uncontrollably from the lack of oxygen, choking on her own drool. The door swinging open interrupts her as you walk into the room, coming back from today's classes. And yet Camage does nothing to cover herself; being caught nude and masturbating neither disturbs nor arouses her - she's just that poised. Instead, she points to the stream of saliva pouring from between her forced-apart lips, already forming a puddle under her pussy, and asks you playfully, gurgling. "Hey, dude, bring me something to drink! Gotta replenish the liquids, I still haven't came yet!"