Sheena Shaw and Rebel Rhyder already look expensive before the camera even rolls. Sheena's skin is deep bronze against white strings, Rebel pale and plush, both of them balanced on needle heels. Richard Mann stands between them, cock heavy, black, ready. They bend, spread, and start talking—filthy and direct, Sheena staring into the lens while she tells you what she wants done to her ass. A thick dildo slides in first, prying Rebel open until her ring blooms into a glistening pink rose. Sheena leans in and tongues it, then shows hers in return. Both holes push outward, shiny petals of soft flesh the other girl sucks on like candy. Richard replaces the toy. Sheena sinks onto him in one long slide, pretty cheeks clapping and gripping every inch. Spit runs down her crack and keeps the rhythm wet. When he pulls free, Rebel is right there to clean him, lips stretched around cock that tastes like Sheena. In between sucks she licks more rosebud, fingers tugging the ring wider until pink meat blossoms again. Sheena fists herself while she watches, knuckles disappearing, wrist flexing. Rebel takes the next turn, bouncing hard, cheeks rippling. Sheena spits across the joining flesh, then drags the shaft out to suck it shiny again. Rebel's gape stays huge, hands pulling the rim until insides spill out in a glistening knot. Richard grabs Rebel's hair and drives into her throat until drool pours in thick strings. A clear funnel sits snug in Sheena's open asshole; every drop funnels inside her, and she pushes it back out in a wet, obscene fart that splatters across the floor. POV catches the finish—Richard paints Sheena's cheeks and lashes, Rebel licking the mess, then feeding it back in slow, sloppy kisses. When both mouths are full and shiny he sets a tiny crystal crown on each head like filthy little queens.
Sheena Shaw and Rebel Rhyder already look expensive before the camera even rolls. Sheena's skin is deep bronze against white strings, Rebel pale and plush, both of them balanced on needle heels. Richard Mann stands between them, cock heavy, black, ready. They bend, spread, and start talking—filthy and direct, Sheena staring into the lens while she tells you what she wants done to her ass. A thick dildo slides in first, prying Rebel open until her ring blooms into a glistening pink rose. Sheena leans in and tongues it, then shows hers in return. Both holes push outward, shiny petals of soft flesh the other girl sucks on like candy. Richard replaces the toy. Sheena sinks onto him in one long slide, pretty cheeks clapping and gripping every inch. Spit runs down her crack and keeps the rhythm wet. When he pulls free, Rebel is right there to clean him, lips stretched around cock that tastes like Sheena. In between sucks she licks more rosebud, fingers tugging the ring wider until pink meat blossoms again. Sheena fists herself while she watches, knuckles disappearing, wrist flexing. Rebel takes the next turn, bouncing hard, cheeks rippling. Sheena spits across the joining flesh, then drags the shaft out to suck it shiny again. Rebel's gape stays huge, hands pulling the rim until insides spill out in a glistening knot. Richard grabs Rebel's hair and drives into her throat until drool pours in thick strings. A clear funnel sits snug in Sheena's open asshole; every drop funnels inside her, and she pushes it back out in a wet, obscene fart that splatters across the floor. POV catches the finish—Richard paints Sheena's cheeks and lashes, Rebel licking the mess, then feeding it back in slow, sloppy kisses. When both mouths are full and shiny he sets a tiny crystal crown on each head like filthy little queens.
