Road Queen #05

Deauxma tells AnnaBelle the car needs checking and they might be stuck there a while. She leads her to the bedroom to plan their route, but the only map they find is AnnaBelle's bare skin. Deauxma spreads her fingers across those curves, tracing each rise and dip like roads she intends to follow. AnnaBelle's breath hitches. Deauxma's tongue follows next, warm and deliberate, wetting trails that cool in the air. Her lips drag lower. She finds the soft crease where thigh meets pelvis, then slips two fingers between AnnaBelle's already wet folds, parting her. AnnaBelle gasps and rocks her hips forward, cunt pulsing around nothing until Deauxma presses those fingers deep. They slide in slick and easy, knuckles disappearing. Deauxma fucks her slowly, curling her touch each time she pulls back, rubbing the spot that makes AnnaBelle's thighs shake. She leans in, sucks AnnaBelle's clit between her lips, tongue flicking steady. AnnaBelle grabs her hair, grinding against Deauxma's mouth while those fingers keep working her open, twisting, stretching, filling her. The wet sounds grow louder. AnnaBelle's moans turn ragged. Deauxma pulls back just enough to watch her own hand disappearing inside, then adds a third finger, stretching AnnaBelle wider. She pumps harder now, wrist twisting, thumb rubbing her clit with every thrust. AnnaBelle comes hard, cunt clenching tight around those fingers, juices coating Deauxma's wrist as her whole body jerks and shudders.