Top Wet Girls #11, Scene #03

Sandra Romain, slim and bare against the hotel sheets, decided boredom demanded company. She called for Katia. The curvy Cuban appeared at the door, and a simple invitation proved enough. Soon Katia slid into the hallway wearing nothing but a blood-red body stocking stretched tight over heavy breasts and wide hips, fishnet panels at her thighs, and wicked black heels that clicked across marble. She entered, shut the door, and Sandra went to her knees. Lips met warm skin, pulling dusky nipples deep into hungry mouth until Katia moaned and held the back of her employer's head. When Sandra pulled away, strings of saliva glittered. Katia pushed her down onto the bed and buried her own face between pale thighs, tongue dancing against Sandra's slippery cunt, two dark fingers curled inside her until Sandra's hips bucked and she hovered right on the edge. But Sandra loved control. She caught Katia's cheek with a sharp slap that made skin flush. A slick finger slid between parted lips; Katia tasted her own work, eyes glazed. The teasing continued until both women dripped and trembled. They reached for toys. Silicone cocks slipped deep—into cunt, into mouth, between spread cheeks—each body stretched and used in turn. Slick sounds filled the room as they drove each other through orgasm after shaking orgasm, ending the night spent, soaked, and finally content.