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Goth Anal Whores 2 - Joanna and Aiden
Aiden Ashley had me crawling across black sheets in nothing but a scrap of lace. We met halfway like cats smelling cream, tongues lapping the saucer clean before we even touched each other. Milk still on our lips, we started kissing—slow, wet, spitting it back and forth until it ran down our chins and slid between our tits. Her mouth left slick trails over my skin. I returned the favor, sucking and licking until her nipples peaked, then dropped lower. The plug in her ass sparkled every time she lifted her hips, that tight little ring clenching around the jeweled base while my tongue worked her cunt. She tasted clean and faintly metallic, the steel warming under my mouth. When she flipped me, my plug pressed deeper, spreading me open. She rode my face in short, greedy rolls, slick dripping down my throat while she fucked me with the glass toy—deep, twisting strokes that made my walls flutter. Two fingers soon followed, stretching me wider, her tongue flicking my clit between thrusts until I came hard enough to shake the bed. She didn’t stop. Her mouth sealed over me again, sucking the mess out, letting me grind until the second orgasm rolled through, tighter than the first. I repaid her the same way—fingers knuckle-deep in her ass, toy in her cunt, tongue drawing tight circles until her thighs locked around my head and she soaked my chin. Afterward I stayed between her legs, kissing the swollen skin, tasting myself on her while the plugs kept us both open and aching. Lucky doesn’t even begin to cover it.
Aiden Ashley had me crawling across black sheets in nothing but a scrap of lace. We met halfway like cats smelling cream, tongues lapping the saucer clean before we even touched each other. Milk still on our lips, we started kissing—slow, wet, spitting it back and forth until it ran down our chins and slid between our tits. Her mouth left slick trails over my skin. I returned the favor, sucking and licking until her nipples peaked, then dropped lower. The plug in her ass sparkled every time she lifted her hips, that tight little ring clenching around the jeweled base while my tongue worked her cunt. She tasted clean and faintly metallic, the steel warming under my mouth. When she flipped me, my plug pressed deeper, spreading me open. She rode my face in short, greedy rolls, slick dripping down my throat while she fucked me with the glass toy—deep, twisting strokes that made my walls flutter. Two fingers soon followed, stretching me wider, her tongue flicking my clit between thrusts until I came hard enough to shake the bed. She didn’t stop. Her mouth sealed over me again, sucking the mess out, letting me grind until the second orgasm rolled through, tighter than the first. I repaid her the same way—fingers knuckle-deep in her ass, toy in her cunt, tongue drawing tight circles until her thighs locked around my head and she soaked my chin. Afterward I stayed between her legs, kissing the swollen skin, tasting myself on her while the plugs kept us both open and aching. Lucky doesn’t even begin to cover it.