Bobbi Eden
Women Seeking Women #39 - Scene 1
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Pink Leopard
Bobbi Eden and Mia Presley Are Lesbians Playing Sixty Nine
Lesbians Getting Ready To Lick Behind The Scenes
She went to her knees without hesitation. The night air was cool on her bare thighs, but Bobby's hand was warm against the back of her neck. He pressed her face to the bricks and she let him, fingers spread against the wall like she was bracing for impact. He pulled her thong aside with one finger, then spit on his cock and pushed in slow, watching her stretch around him. She made a low sound, half groan, half whimper, and he liked the way her shoulders moved with each thrust. Her nails scraped the bricks. She didn't ask him to be gentle, so he wasn't. He grabbed her hips and drove in harder, the wet sound of it echoing in the alley. A passing car lit them up for a second—her bent spine, his hand on her shoulder holding her down, his shirt open at the collar. Then darkness again. She came like that, teeth clenched, forehead to the wall, legs shaking. He kept going until he was finished too, pulling out at the last second and letting it land across her ass and lower back. He wiped his thumb through it, then reached around to smear it between her lips. She sucked his fingers clean without being told. When she turned around her lipstick was smeared, and he liked the look of that too.
She went to her knees without hesitation. The night air was cool on her bare thighs, but Bobby's hand was warm against the back of her neck. He pressed her face to the bricks and she let him, fingers spread against the wall like she was bracing for impact. He pulled her thong aside with one finger, then spit on his cock and pushed in slow, watching her stretch around him. She made a low sound, half groan, half whimper, and he liked the way her shoulders moved with each thrust. Her nails scraped the bricks. She didn't ask him to be gentle, so he wasn't. He grabbed her hips and drove in harder, the wet sound of it echoing in the alley. A passing car lit them up for a second—her bent spine, his hand on her shoulder holding her down, his shirt open at the collar. Then darkness again. She came like that, teeth clenched, forehead to the wall, legs shaking. He kept going until he was finished too, pulling out at the last second and letting it land across her ass and lower back. He wiped his thumb through it, then reached around to smear it between her lips. She sucked his fingers clean without being told. When she turned around her lipstick was smeared, and he liked the look of that too.