Double Vision

Rubi Valentine catches her own reflection and lingers there, admiring the lean lines of her brown body. The mirror knows every inch she owns, and so does Violet Russo. She stands close, breathing against Rubi’s shoulder, hands already sliding over warm skin. She reaches inside Rubi’s waistband, fingers gliding straight into slick curls and the wet heat beneath them. The pressure is deliberate, urgent, as Violet strokes that soaked, hairy cunt like she owns the rhythm.