Rhylee And Rhyese Richards Have Pussy For Lunch

Rhylee Richards and her sister Rhyese are built the same way—blonde, stacked, and keyed up. A couple of hours alone in the house and they decide maybe cock isn’t the answer after all. Why bring in a guy when they can read each other like a secret? Bras drop to the floor. Breasts settle heavy and warm against skin. Rhylee presses Rhyese back on the sheets, mouth already sliding south. She spreads her sister open and runs a slow, wet tongue from clit to entrance, tasting exactly what she’s missed. Rhyese answers with a sharper moan, pulls Rhylee’s hips closer and buries her face between those plush cheeks, licking with the same hungry patience. They trade places, trade toys. A thick, glossy dildo finds its way inside one slick heat, then the other, while tongues chase every bead of wetness. The room smells of sweat and cunt and warm skin. Each thrust pushes them closer. Rhylee comes first—quiet at the start, then loud when Rhyese refuses to slow. Seconds later Rhyese shatters under the same buzzing pressure, thighs locked around her sister’s wrist. They lie there catching breath, bodies flushed and glistening, convinced no man could have done it better.