Sexy Scoundrel Gets Straightened Out

Savana walks in and stops cold. The living room is a wreck again—clothes everywhere, dishes stacked, the same half-empty bottles from last night. Ivy's done it before. Savana's patience snaps. She marches down the hall, ready to drag the girl out of bed and lay into her. The door to the master bedroom stands open. Ivy is on the sheets, legs spread, one hand working between her thighs, the other squeezing one of those full tits. Savana storms in, seizes Ivy by the throat, and drives two fingers straight into her cunt. Ivy gasps, hips jerking, but Savana's grip holds her still. The message is clear: listen. Ivy nods, breath ragged, yet the lesson deepens when Savana drops behind her and tongues her asshole in long, wet strokes. Ivy's back arches, a low moan breaking free. Savana keeps at it until Ivy's knees shake, then reaches for the thick dildo on the nightstand. She works it into Ivy's dripping pussy, thrusting hard and steady while her mouth never leaves that tight rim. Ivy comes with a broken cry, thighs trembling around Savana's wrist. When it's over, Savana pulls out, wipes her mouth, and leaves Ivy sprawled and spent on the bed. The mess in the living room can wait. This one needed straightening first.