Scared Of The Dark

Marcia Hase leans in, her soft Japanese features sharpened by hunger. She parts Kira’s thighs and presses her tongue against the slick folds, tasting the heat that clings there. Two fingers slide into the tight, dripping warmth, pumping slow and deep. Kira lets out a low, throaty sound and twists around, dragging Marcia’s hips over her face. Both women bury themselves between spread legs, mouths working greedily, tongues tracing every inch. Wet sounds fill the room, breath hitching, hips grinding down. Their bodies tense, then shake, the climax ripping through them in one shared, shuddering rush.