Lies Diary Of A Escort: Scene 3

Sunny’s wet. She’s been wanting it. Monique shows up already smirking and drops her bag on the floor. They don’t bother with small talk. Sunny’s shirt comes off first, then her shorts. Monique’s mouth goes straight to Sunny’s tits, tongue flicking each nipple until they’re stiff and dark. A shiver runs straight down Sunny’s spine. Monique reaches behind her, unbuckles the harness. Leather slaps against skin as she tightens the strap-on around her hips. The cock bobs, thick, matte black silicone already slick with lube. Sunny drops to her knees, wraps her lips around the head, sucks until spit strings drip down the shaft. She looks up, eyes wet, hungry. Monique grabs a fistful of hair and pushes deeper. Sunny gags once and keeps going. They trade places fast. Monique shoves Sunny onto her back, spreads her thighs, lines up the head and slides in hard. The first thrust knocks a moan out of Sunny’s throat. Monique sets a brutal rhythm—deep, sharp, bottoming out with every stroke. Sunny’s tits bounce, her heels dig into the mattress. Monique leans down, bites Sunny’s lower lip, then kisses her open-mouthed and filthy while the strap keeps pounding. Sunny flips her after a minute. She grips the base, guides the wet toy between Monique’s legs and sinks in. Monique’s cunt takes it greedily. Sunny fucks her slow at first, then harder, rolling her hips so the base grinds against Monique’s clit with every drive. Sweat beads on their skin. Monique’s moans get higher, thinner. She comes with her back arched off the sheets, thighs shaking around Sunny’s waist. They don’t slow down. Sunny pulls the harness off Monique, pushes her own legs open, straps the toy on herself. She rides Monique’s face, grinding her soaked pussy against Monique’s tongue while she fucks herself with the strap, the wet sounds loud and obscene in the quiet room. Monique’s fingers dig bruises into Sunny’s ass. Sunny comes with a broken cry, body jerking, cunt pulsing around nothing but air and the pressure of her own hand. When they finally peel apart, lube and spit shine on skin. Monique reaches for the strap again. Sunny smiles, pulls her back down. They aren’t done.