Marika Hase gets eaten out by London Keys

They came back flushed, heels clicking sharp against the floor. Marika laughed as London locked the door behind them. Without asking she dropped her dress off one shoulder and London came at her, tongue already slick, already tasting her throat. Marika leaned into it. Her thong disappeared in a tug. London’s hands spread her thighs, strong thumbs pressing deep into the muscle, and her mouth found every soaked, hot inch between Marika’s legs. She licked slow at first. Then quicker. Marika breathed harder with each stroke, the back of her knuckles brushing London’s cheek, then gripping her hair. London’s tongue dipped, lapped, circled the swollen clit until Marika’s hips began to buck. London pulled back just long enough to stand, shove two slick fingers inside, scissoring her open. She kept that pressure steady while her palm ground up against Marika’s clit, skin hot, heartbeat racing under her other hand. Soon she had her on the bed, knees pushed wide, mouth dripping spit back into the wet cunt. Marika gasped and spread herself with one hand so London could see exactly how she was ruined. London smiled, got the strap on without a word, and slid its thick head in with one slow push. Marika took every inch, nails scratching down London’s back, thighs locked around her hips. Each thrust hit deeper. Marika clung to her, knees quaking, the strap dragging against her slick inner walls until she came hard. London stayed deep, fucking her through the last tremors, palms cupping Marika’s tits, mouth biting every soft spot she could reach. When she finally pulled out, Marika was trembling, spent, and completely soaked.