Loni and Phoenix

Phoenix steps into Loni's place already wet. Dinner's forgotten the second the door shuts. They hit the bed hard, Loni's mouth between Phoenix's thighs until the blonde bucks and sprays. That sight sets Loni on fire. She swaps places, legs spread, begging for the same rush. Phoenix works her relentlessly—fingers, tongue, then the fucksaw—pounding deep. Brunette hair sticks to Loni's face while she strains and finally breaks, squirting hard enough to soak the sheets.