Kimberly Kane's Been Blackmaled - Part 4

She sank onto the thick glass toy and let out one long, trembling sound. The other woman’s dark hands held her hips steady, guiding her down until the base kissed flushed skin. When the Black woman leaned in to lick around the clear shaft stretching her partner open, the white woman’s head tipped back. Sweat made their bodies glide. Every thrust answered a slow roll of hips. The toy pulled back slick, pushed in again harder, until their cunts clutched in matching pulses. Her brown thighs flexed, the white ones trembled; two sets of fingers found swollen clits and circled until the room filled with wet, broken cries.