Web Exclusive - Scene 1092 Danica Dillon India Summer

India finds her step-daughter tangled in silk sheets, the blindfold already waiting on the nightstand. She pulls Danica to her feet without a word and ties the black fabric over those wide eyes. The first slap lands sharp on Danica’s bare ass, making the younger woman gasp. Then India spins her around, shoves her against the wall, and slides two fingers straight into her dripping cunt. Each thrust pins Danica higher, toes barely skimming the floor. India drops to her knees, spreads Danica open, and feasts like she’s starving. Tongue circles the swollen clit, sucks it hard, then spears deep inside. When Danica’s legs start to shake, India rises, bends her over the dresser, and fucks her from behind with a strap-on she pulls from the drawer. The harness digs into India’s hips as she drives in and out, one hand fisted in Danica’s hair, the other slapping a rosy breast. Every smack leaves a bright palm print. Next, she drags Danica to the bed and spreads her on her back, knees pinned to her chest. India grinds her own soaked pussy against Danica’s open mouth, rocking until she comes with a low groan. She doesn’t give Danica a second to rest. India flips her onto all fours, lines the strap-on up again, and slams back inside, pounding until the bed frame rattles and Danica’s thighs glisten with fresh slick. Only when Danica is hoarse from begging does India finally slow, stroking her clit in firm circles while murmuring low commands—come for me, now—and finally strips off the blindfold to watch Danica’s face shatter in orgasm.