Le Kink - Part 2

A golden-haired knockout kneels on the bed, wrists caught in silk rope behind her back. The dark-haired woman moves in, lips already parted, and presses their cunts together. Both of them are shaved, both swollen, already slick before a single finger touches skin. She mounts her so their mouths meet their swollen folds at once, tongues driving deep and slow, then quick again, wet sounds echoing around the quiet room. Every stroke of the brunette’s tongue drags through the blonde’s folds and back up to suck at her hardening clit, and she pays it back with equal hunger, nose buried between heavy breasts as she laps like she hasn’t tasted cunt in weeks. Juice glistens on both chins, runs down throats. When the silk rope falls away, the blonde grabs a silver wand and drags its buzzing head across the brunette’s puffy pink lips. She circles the pink clit, presses just hard enough to make the bigger girl’s thighs jump, then drops lower, sliding the bulbous head right against the tight pink ring of her asshole. Wet clicks from the toy, tight gasps from the brunette’s lips. Once the brunette comes and lies open and shaking, she palms the same toy, pushes the whimpering blonde onto her back, and fills her the same way—first her dripping entrance, then that clenched little asshole, pressing until the blonde’s thighs start to tremble. Afterward both of them taste the same spit-shined toy before lying side by side, catching breath.