If At Fist You Don't Succeed...

April and Jane keep slamming back together, even after all the breakups. Not for sweet nothings—only for the brutal, slick kind of fucking that would scare most couples off. They tumble into the bedroom kissing hard, tongues sliding, shirts tearing away. Their full tits swing free and they smack each other's breasts until the nipples stand up, then suck them raw. Legs split, they take turns licking cunt, then shove fingers deep, knuckles grinding. April straps a thick dildo to her hips, spits on the shaft till it drips, and rams it straight into Jane’s waiting ass. Jane’s on her hands and knees, taking every thrust while her cheeks slap. Minutes later April flips, spreads, and Jane’s fist forces past her rim, filling her until she can hardly breathe. Both of them shake and beg for more, swapping holes as the night wears on.