Rimming Videos
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Tongues that travel further than expected, in scenes where trust is the real subject. Rimming appears in 3,774 titles here, always as something asked for and then given between women who already know each other's limits. Lesbian X Films shoots it warmly lit, close, without a hint of shame.
Ivy, Liv, and Serene slipped off their straw hats and let their sundresses fall in soft puddles on the hardwood. Underneath they wore nothing but lace and straps. Ivy's sheer bra clung to the swell of her breasts, while Liv's garter belt framed the neat patch of hair between her thighs. Serene's sheer bodysuit left her pale nipples visible through the mesh. They flipped open the picnic baskets; the sandwiches and wine were nowhere in sight. Instead, three polished strap-ons waited in the baskets, each fitted to a different harness. Ivy buckled one around Liv's hips, cinching the leather so the silicone cock jutted stiff and purple. Serene dropped to her knees, slicking it with spit until it gleamed. Liv guided the head to Serene's already wet cunt and drove in with a single thrust. Ivy climbed onto the table and spread her legs wide, her fingers parting her folds. Serene leaned in and dragged her tongue in slow circles around Ivy's clit. Ivy's free hand tangled in Serene's hair, pulling her closer while Liv pounded the other end. The house filled with wet slaps and low, hungry moans. When Ivy came, she clamped her thighs around Serene's face, hips jerking. Liv eased the strap-on free, then let Serene suck it clean before switching harnesses. The afternoon dragged on, bodies twisting and shifting on the rug, lips meeting skin, until the baskets lay empty and the three women lay tangled and spent.
Ivy, Liv, and Serene slipped off their straw hats and let their sundresses fall in soft puddles on the hardwood. Underneath they wore nothing but lace and straps. Ivy's sheer bra clung to the swell of her breasts, while Liv's garter belt framed the neat patch of hair between her thighs. Serene's sheer bodysuit left her pale nipples visible through the mesh. They flipped open the picnic baskets; the sandwiches and wine were nowhere in sight. Instead, three polished strap-ons waited in the baskets, each fitted to a different harness. Ivy buckled one around Liv's hips, cinching the leather so the silicone cock jutted stiff and purple. Serene dropped to her knees, slicking it with spit until it gleamed. Liv guided the head to Serene's already wet cunt and drove in with a single thrust. Ivy climbed onto the table and spread her legs wide, her fingers parting her folds. Serene leaned in and dragged her tongue in slow circles around Ivy's clit. Ivy's free hand tangled in Serene's hair, pulling her closer while Liv pounded the other end. The house filled with wet slaps and low, hungry moans. When Ivy came, she clamped her thighs around Serene's face, hips jerking. Liv eased the strap-on free, then let Serene suck it clean before switching harnesses. The afternoon dragged on, bodies twisting and shifting on the rug, lips meeting skin, until the baskets lay empty and the three women lay tangled and spent.