Waiting For A Girl Like You

Dolly Bee spreads her legs on silk sheets while Frida Sante lowers her mouth to the older woman's open cunt. Frida laps slow circles around the swollen clit, tasting the sweet-sour slick that coats her tongue, then pushes two fingers inside Dolly's warm hole and fucks her steady and deep. Each thrust pulls a low moan from the silver-haired woman that rises into hoarse gasps when Frida curls those fingers against the spongy spot that makes her hips buck. Dolly reaches down, fingers buried in the young woman's dark hair, guiding her mouth harder against slick flesh as Frida sucks the bud between her lips and hums. Wet sounds fill the room. Old thighs tremble, pearls of cream seep around Frida's knuckles, and Dolly cries out, spine arched, clenching hard on those thrusting fingers until her whole body quakes and stillness returns.