Dovefucking Darcie

Elsa slid two fingers between her legs, trying to pull Adriana's eyes her way. Nothing. Adriana checked the time, swore, and bolted—leaving her laptop on the table. Elsa shouldn't have looked. Should've minded her own damn business. Too late. Tab after tab, all the same: huge tits, heavy and soft. Elsa stared at her own flat chest and felt something twist. She grabbed her phone. Darcie. Darcie had what she needed. Now they sat on the couch. Quiet. Waiting. Door opened. Adriana froze. Darcie smiled slow, shirt already open. Elsa stood, voice low. "I saw what you want. She's here for you." Adriana swallowed. "Baby, I love your body." Elsa touched her girlfriend's cheek. "Then take this too. Suck them, fuck them, taste them. For me." Clothes hit the floor. Hands everywhere—lips on nipples, fingers gripping ass. Darcie dropped between Adriana's thighs, tongue working fast, dragging those big tits over Adriana's clit with every lick. Elsa watched, hand moving between her own legs. They shifted, locked together, chain of wet mouths and open legs. Pussy slapped against tongue, fingers dug deep, and when it hit, they came hard—three bodies shaking, moans crashing into each other, everything slick and loud and done.