Jada Loves Jessie

Jada Stevens dreams about one woman—Jessie Volt, blonde, small tits, an ass made for gripping. She wants total command of Jessie's orgasms, every hole stuffed, every shudder timed to her whim. Jessie has no idea yet. She starts slow. Tongue and fingers work quickly; Jessie comes hard, cunt gushing. Finished, she thinks. Jada smiles and guides Jessie’s flushed face between her thighs while her free hand fishes the anal beads from beneath the pillow. She shoves the girl's hips higher, arching that perfect ass, then drags the first cool bead down Jessie’s spine until it kisses the cleft. Jessie’s eyes lift, wet and begging. Jada rolls her onto her back, thighs spread high. Now both holes flutter, open, waiting. With one smooth motion she lines the strand at Jessie’s entrance and eases the first bead inside. Jessie gasps. Another slides in, then another. Jada studies each clench, timing the pulses, the squeeze of muscles she owns. When Jessie’s breathing falters, Jada bends and seals her mouth over that swollen clit, sucking until the girl’s entire body locks—then stills, grinning against her soaked skin. Not yet. She hasn’t granted it.