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Supernatural, Scene #03
Two all-natural blondes touch like they have the same hunger and the same patience to feed it slow. AJ Applegate curves where the light lands—round hips, full cheeks. Aiden Starr is smaller, tighter, but heavy where it counts, her tits already flush from a breath. They circle each other first, mouths open, tasting only the air. Then tongues slide in—hot, wet, unhurried—circling swollen lips and tracing salt from skin still warm from the day. AJ lowers onto her back and spreads; Aiden’s mouth finds her, sucks her clit until the pulse beats against her tongue. She stays there, working the slick folds, drawing every tremor down into one long suck. AJ arches, knees pulled back, and Aiden slips lower, nose pressed between those plush cheeks, licking the tender ring until it softens and opens under her. She exhales against the heat and does it again. They shift, hips tilted, and press cunt to cunt. Vibrators hum between them. The heads kiss clits on every short thrust, and every time the buzz catches, muscles jump. AJ’s breath breaks; Aiden answers with a low sound against her shoulder. Sweat beads. Their slick leaves glossy streaks on the toy. Aiden lifts away, straps on, coats the shaft until it shines. She turns AJ over, palms spreading her wide, then eases the head in. AJ’s exhale shakes; she pushes back and takes the rest. Aiden works her in even strokes—slow, steady, deeper each pass. The harness slaps AJ’s ass; she moans open-mouthed into the pillow while Aiden angles and presses until every thrust drags a new sound out of her. AJ’s fingers claw at the sheet when she comes, clamping hard, then pulsing, until the toy pulls free and the ring stays stretched, glistening. She lifts, breath ragged, and lets the thick cream she’s been holding seep out, warm and slow, sliding over her own rim to land across Aiden’s tits—two pale, perfect slopes now streaked and dotted with it. Aiden smiles like someone who just got exactly what she asked for.
Two all-natural blondes touch like they have the same hunger and the same patience to feed it slow. AJ Applegate curves where the light lands—round hips, full cheeks. Aiden Starr is smaller, tighter, but heavy where it counts, her tits already flush from a breath. They circle each other first, mouths open, tasting only the air. Then tongues slide in—hot, wet, unhurried—circling swollen lips and tracing salt from skin still warm from the day. AJ lowers onto her back and spreads; Aiden’s mouth finds her, sucks her clit until the pulse beats against her tongue. She stays there, working the slick folds, drawing every tremor down into one long suck. AJ arches, knees pulled back, and Aiden slips lower, nose pressed between those plush cheeks, licking the tender ring until it softens and opens under her. She exhales against the heat and does it again. They shift, hips tilted, and press cunt to cunt. Vibrators hum between them. The heads kiss clits on every short thrust, and every time the buzz catches, muscles jump. AJ’s breath breaks; Aiden answers with a low sound against her shoulder. Sweat beads. Their slick leaves glossy streaks on the toy. Aiden lifts away, straps on, coats the shaft until it shines. She turns AJ over, palms spreading her wide, then eases the head in. AJ’s exhale shakes; she pushes back and takes the rest. Aiden works her in even strokes—slow, steady, deeper each pass. The harness slaps AJ’s ass; she moans open-mouthed into the pillow while Aiden angles and presses until every thrust drags a new sound out of her. AJ’s fingers claw at the sheet when she comes, clamping hard, then pulsing, until the toy pulls free and the ring stays stretched, glistening. She lifts, breath ragged, and lets the thick cream she’s been holding seep out, warm and slow, sliding over her own rim to land across Aiden’s tits—two pale, perfect slopes now streaked and dotted with it. Aiden smiles like someone who just got exactly what she asked for.