Rebecca Blue Wants Erin Taylors Tight Little Body

Rebecca sat on the couch, cigarette glowing between her fingers, when Erin Taylor appeared in the doorway wearing nothing but black lace. The straps cut across her skin like dark veins. Rebecca smiled, slow and certain. "Get on your knees, baby. Lick my cunt." Erin dropped without a word. Her tongue slid through heat and wetness, soft but steady, lapping like she had all night. Rebecca watched her, smoke curling up. When her breath caught and her hips rolled forward, she crushed the cigarette out on the tray. She reached for the vibrator first, pressed it hard to Erin’s cunt, grinding in small circles until Erin’s thighs shook. Then the dildo—thick, cool, pushing inside in one smooth thrust. Rebecca fucked her with both, the low hum mixing with wet sounds and Erin’s small, broken gasps. Erin came hard, back arching, cum streaking the cushion and running down the toy. Rebecca pulled it free, and Erin leaned up. Their mouths met, open, tasting each other, tongues sliding through the mess, lips slick and sticky.