Storm Squirters 6

Little Kristina Rose wears the blindfold like silk restraint. Two women circle her. SinDee and Sophie move in; their hands pin her down without mercy. They press a toy against her pink fur and click it on. Kristina shudders. The buzz slides over swelling lips until she’s slick and spreading. A sharp cry snaps the quiet. The brunettes swap places, hands plunging between their own thighs, hips jerking until hot streams of girl-cum arc over her stomach and face. She licks without seeing. The tone shifts. All three swap toys, bare pussies meeting, thighs trembling. Sophie plants herself on Kristina’s mouth. SinDee rides a thick shaft that drives both of them over the edge. One climax triggers another; fluids run onto plastic and tile. The trio kneels beside a metal dish, fingers working faster, knees scraping skin. Three sparkling arcs hit the rim at once and overflow. They lean in, tongues scooping, swallowing, washing their faces in the sticky warmth, jaws shiny, panting, insatiable.