Down To The Wrist

Frida Sante and Vicky Love, both long-legged and full-figured, waste no time. They're on the couch, legs parted, mouths buried between each other’s thighs. Bare asses lifted, they lick and suck with purpose, faces slick. Then Vicky takes the lead. She curls her fingers and pushes her whole hand inside Frida, wrist-deep, skin glistening with the motion. Frida arches, hips tipped high, holding that stretch while her breath comes rough. Every thrust draws another sound from her throat.