Biker Boobs

Farrah would do anything to ride with the pack. Even this. Especially this. Alison held the key between her legs and Farrah knew it. She pressed her mouth to those heavy breasts, sucking each nipple until Alison gave a low sound of approval. Her tongue traced every line of muscle and soft skin, tasting salt and heat. When her fingers found that slick seam, she slid inside without hesitation, working the swollen cunt with steady rhythm. Alison's thighs opened wider, hips lifting to take more, and Farrah watched her face for every flicker of pleasure. She was getting wetter just from this view, from being told exactly what to do and doing it well. Leather creaked as she moved between Alison's legs. She licked deeper, fingers pumping, chasing the moment when Alison would clench hard around her and let her in for good.