Aurora Snow & Aryana Starr

I made up my mind the second I walked in. He’ll never touch another white girl. White girl herself got lucky I didn’t throw her out too. Instead of raising hell I leaned in and made use of her—soft, willing, stunned mouth. She latched onto my tits like she was starving, then took my pedicured toes between her lips without a word. That same tongue still shiny from his dick slid between my cheeks and stayed there until I moaned. When I had enough, I flipped the switch on the vibe and fucked her with it until her blue eyes fluttered and her pale thighs shook. Sweat ran in streaks down her stomach. She came without asking. I held her jaw, told her if she went near him again the next time wouldn’t end with orgasms.