Kate England & Lisa Tiffian

Kate's hand strikes the door before she catches her breath. Lisa opens wearing silk that slides over her hips. Inside, answers spill fast, then stop when Kate presses a black dildo between Lisa's lips. The length pushes until the throat gives. Lisa gags around the silicon until the truth surfaces in broken syllables. Confidence spent, she looks up at the strap Kate steps into: another polished shaft, longer, still slick with oil. Kate works it first between parted cheeks, past the tight ring, then deeper, slow, till Lisa's breath sharpens to a whimper. When she pulls out, Lisa turns, lays back, and the same cock splits her cunt open, pumping hard enough to echo. Kate next brings it to her mouth, letting the taste coat Lisa's tongue, before sliding inside once more for the last stretch. Knees hit hardwood. Kate props one heel on Lisa's shoulder. Careful licks trace the arch, the toes, the thin seam where nail meets skin. Only when the hunger pulses strong does Kate lift her short skirt and open herself. Lisa works with fingers, tongue, until the climax runs through Kate in low, rolling pulses. Finished, she steps back into her shoes. Lisa stays on the floor, legs loose, breathing uneven, words almost lost in the carpet: she won't touch him again.