Rachel Roxxx And Missy Stone Connected At The Pussy

Missy Stone lies back on silk sheets in black lace that barely covers her. Her fingers move slow between her thighs, working over the thin fabric of her panties. Then Rachel Roxxx appears in the doorway, dark hair loose, eyes already locked on the smaller girl. She steps closer, drops her own clothes in a quiet pile, and climbs onto the bed without a word. Rachel pulls the lingerie aside and presses her mouth to Missy’s cunt, tongue sliding in deep. Missy gasps, hips tilting up. Rachel answers by lifting her own body and swinging her leg over Missy’s face, lowering her wetness to meet the smaller girl’s tongue. They settle into a tight sixty-nine, the room filling with wet sounds and soft moans. Rachel reaches for the nightstand, grabs a thick, curved toy, and pushes it between Missy’s legs. Missy takes it in one thrust, breath catching. She answers by grabbing the second toy and sliding it inside Rachel, working it in steady strokes. Their hips rock in rhythm, toys disappearing and reappearing in glistening pulls. Sweat beads on skin. Their pace turns harder, toys buried to the hilt, knuckles white where they grip the shafts. Missy comes first, back arching, a sharp cry breaking from her throat. Rachel follows seconds later, thighs clamping around Missy’s head, pulse throbbing around the thick silicone. Both girls sag against the sheets, smiling through heavy breaths, the toys still gleaming beside them.