Web Exclusive - Scene 655 India Summer Shyla Jennings

Shyla slipped back to her bungalow sore from the crash and restless from the shape TJ had left her in. The bath drew some of the ache out of her back and hips. Steam curled off her skin when she stepped out. India met her at the doorway already on her knees, mouth warm and greedy between her legs. She licked slow at first, then pulled Shyla’s clit between her lips and sucked until Shyla grabbed the frame for balance. When she straightened, India spun her around and bent her over the edge of the tub. Cool tile met heated skin. India spread her open and slid two slick fingers deep, working a steady rhythm until Shyla pushed back for more. India pressed the swollen head of a glass toy to her entrance, eased it in until Shyla sighed, then rocked it home. Her hips rolled with each thrust. Sweat traced the line of her spine. India reached around, fingered her clit in tight circles until Shyla shuddered hard and went limp over the tub. They stayed like that for a moment, India stroking her thighs, voice low, telling her how wet she still felt.