Tamara's tongue danced with Hilda's as she began rhythmically squeezing down on her shaft, relaxing as she thrust in, allowing her to plunge in as far as she could, while clamping down as she withdrew, forcing her to drag her flare along her inner walls. After only a few minutes, Tamara began to whine into Hilda's lips. "Oh, God, Hilda, don't stop! I'm already close!" she cried, before once more pressing her soft lips against Hilda's.