Anna Bell Peaks and Katrina Jade

They flirt with the old saying like it’s a joke. Anna Bell and Katrina don’t know a stove from a sink, yet both of them drop their clothes the second Mandingo walks through the door. Nothing in the fridge, so they feed him something warmer. He tears into them one at a time, the wide head splitting lips that barely stretch around him. Their throats work, saliva stringing from chin to shaft, but he keeps pushing until their eyes roll. When their pussies finally take him it is a slow, brutal slide that leaves both girls shaking and clawing at the counter. He pounds until the counters rattle and juices run down their thighs. The mess ends where it began: knees on tile, tongues working, licking every drop from his cock and from each other while he watches, still hard, still hungry.