Lesbian Extreme, Scene #05

Dana Vespoli knows exactly what she wants and takes it. She runs the camera herself, watching Dana DeArmond peel out of that tight spandex. Dana's body is lean, the kind that bends in ways most women can't manage without practice. Dana tugs the fabric down and leaves it crumpled on the floor. Fingers follow. Wet from spit, pushing deep. Dana D. gags when she sucks them clean, but she doesn't stop. Her tongue works each one like she needs the taste. Then she lowers herself onto Dana's foot, her hole stretching around those painted toes until they disappear inside her. The camera switches. Dana D. holds it now, catching the view from between her own spread legs while Dana V. works her open. Tattoo ink shifts with each movement. They don't rush. They trade thick toys between each other's asses, taking turns sinking them in until the resistance gives way. Feet find mouths. Spit runs down. They keep going until whatever strange hunger they woke up with has been fed.