You naughty girl...!

Anastasia stands in pale pink, lace hugging her hips and ass. Kendra stares. Then grabs. The redhead shoves her down, thighs parting fast, and buries her face between them. Nothing gentle. Just slick sounds and desperate breath. Anastasia moans like she already came. Her hands reach back, fingers tugging pink aside so Kendra can go deeper. Tongue working fast, fingers pushing in right after. Kendra flips her over, pins her wrists, lines up again. The rhythm stays vicious. Hip snapping forward, strap rocking hard inside. Sweat beads between Anastasia’s breasts. Her mouth hangs open. Every stroke knocks the sound out of her. She comes like someone who’s done it for money. Sharp. Wet. Face twisted. Then she keeps coming.