Latina's Gets A Darcie Special

Darcie lies spread on her table, two fingers working her cunt in tight circles. Her breath catches when the knock comes—hard little taps against the door. She yanks her hand free, wipes it on the sheet, and opens up. Reena stands there already smiling, already reading the flush across Darcie's cheeks, the shine on her lips. Once Reena is face-down and oiled, the truth is impossible to miss. Her thighs part as the hands move lower, slick with lotion and something warmer. Darcie sees the wet clinging between swollen lips, feels the tight clench when she brushes it. She lifts her fingers, sucks the taste from them—sweet, unmistakable—and Reena moans without shame. They shift. Reena rolls onto her back, knees wide. Darcie's mouth replaces her fingers, tongue tracing slow circles while two knuckles slide inside. Reena comes fast, hips jerking, breath gone. Then she pulls Darcie onto the table, presses her down, returns the favor—licking, sucking, riding Darcie's thigh until Darcie's back arches and she spills with a low, strangled cry that echoes off the walls.