Busting Out

Adriana Sephora makes no secret of her hunger for Darcie's full curves. Darcie slips out of her clothes, and Adriana's tongue darts across her lower lip when the curve of ass and smooth, bare cunt come into view. Warm oil gleams across skin as Adriana's palms glide, easing tight muscles before squeezing handfuls of Darcie's plush rear. She voices every filthy thought, praising the swell of hips, the velvet cleft between them. Darcie catches the fever in Adriana's voice but stays quiet until the top is peeled away and Adriana's breasts hover over her, nipples brushing warm flesh. The moment their mouths meet, resistance thaws. Tongues slide, breath quickens. Adriana's fingers part wet lips and push inside, circling Darcie's swollen clit until slickness coats her knuckles. Darcie answers by taking Adriana's heavy breasts in both hands, sucking each nipple deep, letting her teeth graze the stiff peaks. The harder she nurses, the rougher Adriana's palm works her own drenched cunt—slaps that crack wetly through the room. Adriana shudders, thighs quaking, her moans deepening into broken cries as her climax rips through her in sharp, unstoppable waves.