XmAss for Me

Porsha Carrera stood under the pale lights, golden hair brushing her shoulders. Her tits were full and heavy, the nipples already stiff beneath thin fabric. The blonde pressed in close. She bent her mouth to the dark slope between Porsha’s cheeks and ran her tongue straight up the tight ring of her ass, slow, wet, savoring the heat. Porsha shivered and pushed back for more. Fingers followed, slick and careful, tracing the same path until one slid inside, then another, working in easy rhythm. The blonde’s breath hitched. Somewhere between them a small, pointed toy waited. Later, when the blonde leaned forward and offered her own ass, the tip slipped past the tight muscle with steady pressure, filling her inch by inch until her thighs shook. Porsha watched every second. Her hand stayed between the blonde’s legs, two fingers buried deep, coaxing every tremor, every wet sound. The blonde’s body clenched around the toy and the fingers inside her, caught between the two feelings, hips rocking until the tension finally snapped and she came hard, pulse after pulse, wet and loud, the room thick with heat.