Hello Angels

Nothing beats watching a brunette work over a pale ginger. Morgana has a weakness for girls with flame-red hair and she seizes this chance without hesitation. Their mouths meet slowly, lips parting, tongues meeting in a building rhythm that leaves them both flushed and damp. Then she bends Darcy forward over the couch and kneels, spreading her thighs. She drags her tongue through the neat strip of red hair, tastes the slickness beneath, and slips two fingers inside the yielding heat. Darcy moans and bucks. Every thrust of Morgana's hand and every flick of her tongue draws louder sounds from her until the first climax pulses through her body. Morgana’s eyes never leave the redhead's trembling form. When Darcy catches her breath, Morgana stands and guides her curvy hips forward. She straddles Darcy’s open mouth and lowers the full weight of her own bushy cunt onto waiting lips and tongue. Darcy grips the backs of Morgana’s thighs, holding her close, and returns the favor with hungry strokes of her own. Both women move with unhurried devotion, taking turns gasping and coming until the air grows heavy with sweat and satisfaction.