Fist me Harder

Frida Sante and Nesty lock lips, tongues sliding wet and slow until the heat snaps tight. The brunette arches back and spreads her legs wider as Nesty pushes four fingers past swollen lips and sinks them to the knuckles. Thick, steady thrusts drag over every ridge inside. Frida’s breath shortens, thighs twitching, then her hips push down greedy for more. Juice runs over Nesty’s wrist while the little brunette keeps working her fingers, twisting and curling until she feels the walls pulse and grip. Frida’s first orgasm hits hard—hot spray, raw cry, the sound of wetness spattering skin. She barely catches her breath before Nesty straddles her face, cunt open and slick above her tongue. Frida pushes two fingers in, sucks the clit between her lips, and pumps quick and ruthless. Nesty shudders, grinds, and sprays back, coating Frida’s mouth while they both come in short, jolting waves.