Cory Chase and Amiee Cambridge - Sharing The Creampie

‘Impregnito!’ Cory Chase points her wand straight at Amiee Cambridge’s cunt. The spell leaves her lips in a sharp whisper. Amiee answers without hesitation, guiding her own wand between Cory’s legs. ‘Impregnito!’ The words hang in the air like smoke as the witches lean into each other, tongues meeting in a wet, urgent kiss. Cory lowers her mouth to Amiee’s breasts, sucking the dark nipples until they stand stiff. Amiee returns the favor, pulling each peak past her teeth before releasing it with a soft pop. Their heavy robes fall away, the black silk tossed over the couch back. Cory climbs on top, trailing kisses down the line of Amiee’s body until she reaches the smooth, shaven mound. She parts the lips with her tongue and laps in steady strokes. Amiee’s thighs tense around her; her breath hitches; she spills a warm rush over Cory’s mouth. They switch. Now Amiee is between Cory’s thighs, licking with slow, deliberate pressure. Cory’s hips rise to meet each stroke, and when she breaks, her climax pours into Amiee’s waiting mouth. The pair share the taste on each other’s lips, then press their slick centers together in a slick grind. Their legs tangle. The scissoring grows fierce. Sweat shines on their skin as orgasm pulses through them at the same instant. A final, lingering kiss follows. At last they gather the discarded robes and drape them over their shoulders once more.