Stocking Stuffer Foot To Mouth

Ariel X knows her place. Knees spread, back straight, the big gag jammed between her teeth and strapped tight behind her head. Saliva already runs down her chin, and her eyes never leave Savannah Fox. Savannah has tits like a wet dream, heavy and bare, and she uses them the way she uses everything else: as a weapon. She steps forward, shoves one foot into Ariel’s open mouth, and watches the submissive choke on the taste of nylon and skin. The second foot comes next, the sole pressed to Ariel’s nose until she has to breathe through it. Both girls are naked except for stockings that have started to slip, and the room is quiet except for the wet sounds Ariel makes when she sucks. They trade places. Savannah drops to her back, Ariel climbs over her, the thick black strap-on jutting from her hips. She pushes inside without ceremony, hips working in short, cruel strokes while Savannah’s cunt grips and glistens. Their mouths meet around the gag, tongues sliding where teeth can’t, spit mixing. When the strap comes out it’s only so they can grind, thighs locked, clits sliding together in a furious, wet rhythm that leaves streaks on skin. Stockings twist around ankles. Mouths open. The gag stays in until the last grind makes Savannah’s legs shake and Ariel’s jaw ache from the strain. Two girls, one gift, wrapped in each other’s filth.