Web Exclusive - Scene 1091 Dylan Ryder India Summer

Dylan's divorce papers are still warm when she knocks on India's door, hungry for the touch she never let herself ask for. India takes her by the wrist, leads her straight back to the bedroom where the sheets are already turned down. She slips Dylan's shirt off first, cups her breasts, thumbs brushing the tight nipples. Dylan arches, breath catching. India pushes her onto the bed, kneels between her thighs, peels the soaked panties aside and sinks her tongue deep, licking slow and wet. Dylan's hips buck against her mouth. India slides two fingers inside, curling them just right, fucking her with steady strokes while she sucks at her clit. Dylan comes hard, thighs trembling, fingers twisted in India's hair. They trade places, breathless. India straddles her face and grinds down, slick heat dragging over Dylan's tongue, until she shudders and comes with a low, broken moan.