By this time, Aditi had somehow worked almost the entire length of the large silicone dildo into her tiny slit. He hadn’t finished testing on how long the effect lasts, the correct dosing, or any of the critical things one would need to know to bring a drug to market, but he feared what his Department of Defense funders would do when they got wind of his work. I wonder if she could tell me the difference even if commanded to? They were perky, ample, and round, topped by large tan-brown areolae just a little darker than her skin and tiny, gumdrop nipples. She wore fashionable jeans, strappy sandals, and a short crop top that showed her soft but shapely belly. Her breasts stood out as being one of the few parts of her body without tattoos. She had thin, shortly trimmed pubic dark hair above her surprisingly fat pussy lips and mound, sticking out through the sizable gap between her wiry thighs. “Grace, suck on Aditi’s strap-on until it’s as wet as you want it.
