Ice moon

Black and blond. One natural, the other carrying silicone. Both soaked and greedy for cunt. Same name—Regina—though the resemblance stops there. Long hair, sure. Who gives a damn. What matters is how both beg for cock in the ass and how quickly they melt when a tongue circles their nipples. They finger each other until the sheets stick, then lap at puckered holes with unashamed hunger. One presses two fingers deep while the other rides the hand; spit drips down the crease and vanishes inside. They swap places, asses up, tongues buried, the room thick with their shared, shameless sounds. The only question left is which Regina will come first.