The two rubbery, artificial phalluses filled Alicia. She gasped as Bev and Monique flexed their hips in unison, dual sleek cocks erotically assailing her tunnels. Sandwiched as such, Alicia perspired between the writhing fucksters. The leather collar constricted around her throat and she embraced that lovely, sought after feeling. Alicia stared into Monique’s sultry eyes….