Susan Ayn & Naomi Nevena

Susan Ayn's form catches the light, brunette hair spilling across her shoulders. Naomi's eyes narrow. She snaps the hem of Susan's dress upward and sinks two fingers into the damp heat already waiting for her. A purple speculum parts slick folds; its metal beak holds her wide while Naomi's other hand works black glass into the tight ring of muscle behind. Once the plug settles, Naomi swaps it for a stainless ass speculum, prying the smooth pink passage even wider. Satisfied, Naomi pours lube across her knuckles and feeds one finger, then two, until her whole fist disappears into Susan's cunt with one long, wet sound. She withdraws and presses the same hand between Susan's cheeks, knuckles sinking past the loosened muscle with startling ease. Susan's thighs tremble, wetness threading down her inner thighs. She climbs onto a chair, legs spread. Naomi resumes the steady push and drag of her fist inside that greedy cunt while Susan grinds the broad head of a Hitachi against her swollen clit. The buzz turns her moans sharp; her body locks, then ripples through a sudden, deep orgasm that leaves her breathless. Naomi slips her glistening hand free and lifts it to Susan's lips, slick fingers pushing past her tongue so she can taste herself from both holes at once.