Savannahs Secret, Scene #04

Savannah Secret’s face lights up when Omar drops to one knee. Champagne corks pop. A white gown waits. Silk clings to her curves as flashbulbs catch every bead of sweat. Then Kendra Star arrives—heels clicking, paddle in hand. One sharp slap; heat blooms across pale flesh. Another. Savannah moans, hips lifting for more. Kendra trades paddle for leather strap, stripes blooming rosy, then parts the blushing bride’s lips with her tongue. She pushes a thick black strap-on between Savannah’s curls, filling her pussy until the younger girl claws at the sheets. Serge steps from behind the lens, unzips, feeds his cock past scarlet lips. Saliva runs down Savannah’s chin. Kendra squeezes clear lube over Savannah’s tight ring, lines the double-pronged cock with Serge’s, then shoves both inside in one slick thrust. Savannah cries out, stuffed, trembling. Omar kneels, grips Kendra’s hips and drives into her ass until her cries match his new wife’s. The rhythm turns frantic—sweat-slick bodies slapping, moans layering, cunt and ass stretched wide. When the men pull free, streaks of thick cum paint both women’s reddened cheeks, dripping between thighs onto silk. Savannah smiles, eyes glassy, mouth open, already hungry for another round.