Essy & Olivia Winters

Look what the cat dragged in. Olivia Winters. Essy looked far too comfortable on my bed but I didn't mind. What bothered me was the missing piece—no cock in sight. Good thing neither of us was hungry for one. Our pussies locked and ground together in slick, frantic heat. I traced her curves, then sank between her thighs to learn her taste. Sweet. She locked her legs around my neck and didn't let go. When the strap came out, she took every inch down her throat like she'd been waiting for it. I flipped her onto her back, legs spread, and drove the thick black toy straight into her ass. The bed creaked like it might split. She kept two fingers working her clit the whole time, grinning like a cat with cream. By the end she looked hungry for the real thing, so I told her where to find it—at BlacksonBlondes.com.