Spike & Trixie

Sheena Shaw struts in fishnet stockings and heels, a glossy black tail butt plug peeking from under her spotted dog-ear headband. She answers her own invitation by letting her neighbor in. Aiden Starr shoulders through the doorway wearing a stiff corset, classic pumps, and a snarling dog mask that can't hide her heavy tits. Both women keep their cocks on. Spike's strap-on hangs heavy between her thighs; Trixie's rides snug beneath her tail. Spike steps close, grabs the back of Trixie's neck, and feeds every inch of her thick dildo straight into Trixie's open mouth. Strings of spit run down Trixie's chin while her tail wags with each bob of her head. Spike twists the real plug deeper into Trixie's asshole, then swaps it for a cold steel hook that spreads her wider. When Trixie lifts her ass the shiny hook glints, dragging against her rim every time she swallows. She takes the curved glass rod next, lets it sink all the way in until her hole blooms around the clear segments and lets out wet, filthy sounds. Spike pulls the toy free, slathers her own strap-on, and spears Trixie in one smooth thrust. Trixie's butthole puckers, slackens, gapes again. Juice drips from her clit while she jams three fingers inside the open ring, stretching it farther. Spike laughs, fists her anyway, knuckles popping past the ring until Trixie's palm slaps wet tile. Later, Spike oils her own pale tits, folds them around Trixie's jutting cock and lets it fuck the slick crease. Then she climbs on, cunt stretching around Trixie's length, riding hard until they both shake. When she finally climbs off, Trixie's tail is still swinging. 'See you again tomorrow,' she pants.