Amber Rayne and Aurora Snow

Aurora Snow slides in behind Amber Rayne like she’s done this before. Amber’s on all fours, back arched, legs open. Aurora starts with two fingers, works them in, twists, adds a third. Amber’s hole stretches around every knuckle, wet and ready. Aurora pulls the fingers free, watches the gape pulse, then pushes back in deeper, palm flat now, wrist disappearing as she fists her open. The hole yields, sucks her in, stays wide when she eases out again. A thick glass toy replaces the fist, cold and hard, pushed slow until it’s buried. Aurora fucks her with it, long strokes, until Amber’s rim clenches and flowers again. A black strap-on comes next. Aurora grips Amber’s hips, slams in balls-deep, pulls out, slams harder. Amber groans, drools, takes every inch while her ass stays open, ready for whatever comes after.