Sunny Plays With Sexy Young Capri Anderson

Capri was grinding her cunt against Sunny’s tongue in hungry circles, thighs flexing, hips rolling slow and deliberate. Sunny lay stretched beneath her, cheeks parted, and her mouth worked tirelessly—long licks turning to sharp, teasing flicks across Capri’s clit. Sweat beaded between Capri’s breasts and slipped down her stomach, caught the light every time she arched her back. A low growl slipped from Sunny’s throat when Capri twisted two fingers through her hair and rode her face harder. Juice slicked Sunny’s chin and coated her lips until every breath sounded thick and wet. Capri’s voice rose, half-muffled by pleasure, when Sunny sucked her swollen clit between those soft lips and sucked like she meant it. Thighs trembled. The air turned sharp with the scent of sex and warm skin. Capri’s fingers clawed the headboard; Sunny’s hands gripped her ass, pulling her closer, driving her right to the edge and holding her there. Each ragged breath drove them tighter, closer, until Capri’s body clenched and pleasure tore straight through her like silk ripped in two.