Anikka Loves Jada

I’ve let other girls own my ass before. Taking control is my default, but the thought of two asses meeting and colliding under the same dick ruins me in the best way. One afternoon I find Jada sprawled by the pool, her body lacquered in sun oil. I walk over and straddle those glossy cheeks, rolling my slick cunt along the cleft of her bikini until the fabric is sodden and she’s whimpering beneath me. I drag her to her knees, peel the scrap away, and press her face into my soaked pussy. She licks like she’s starving, spreading me open until I’m dripping down her chin. We fall onto a towel, legs scissored, wet pussies slapping and grinding until both of us shake and cry out. While I’m still fluttering, she reaches back, pulls out a fat double dong—long, heavy, obscene—and begs me, eyes glassy, to fuck her ass while she fucks mine. The head nudges my rim; she mirrors it against hers. One push and we’re both stuffed, cheeks slapping together, a single shaft splitting us in matching rhythm. She moans into my mouth; I taste myself on her tongue and drive back harder, chasing the hot, stretching burn until we’re both whimpering on the edge again.