Anal teen angel Larra and Ashley

Ashley waved the new toy at me like she'd just won first prize. I leaned in, gave it a sniff and ran my tongue over the head. Taste was clean, a little sweet from whatever lube she’d put on. She read my mind and pushed me onto the sheets. She started slow, easing the head inside while she kissed me. Then her wrist worked faster, steady strokes that hit deep and left me gasping. Every thrust made wet sounds that filled the room. A knock cut through our noise. Oliver stood in the doorway, eyes wide. I lifted my head, still catching my breath. “This is what’s going on,” I told him with a crooked grin. He didn’t need more than that. Shirt gone in one motion, cock already hard. He took Ashley’s place between my thighs and slid in bare. The stretch was different—warmer, thicker. He fucked my cunt until I was dripping down his balls, then tilted my hips and drove straight into my ass. Each thrust shoved me higher up the bed. I reached for Ashley and she pressed the dildo back into my mouth so I could taste myself while he kept going. Real skin beat silicone every time.