Dana Vespoli Ties Natasha Voya Up In Knots

Dana Vespoli drags her tongue through Natasha Voya's open cunt. Slow circles first, then harder, tasting every fold. Natasha lies back, legs splayed wide on expensive sheets. Her thighs quiver. Dana presses two fingers deep while her mouth seals over the clit. She sucks. Loud. Wet. No rush. She moves her hand in time with her tongue, curls her fingers up toward that rough spot inside. Natasha's breath catches and stutters. The sound cuts off when she comes, sudden, loud enough to carry through the walls.