Fantasy Gifts: Part Two

Cadence binds Ashley’s wrists tight. Carries her across the room like she weighs nothing. Ashley’s breath hitches. Next move: four fingers jam into that soaked cunt. The stretch pulls a raw moan straight from Ashley’s throat. Cadence pushes deeper. Knuckles vanish. Ashley’s hips buck, desperate to feel more. Her orgasm rips through her in one long, shaking wave, soaking Cadence’s wrist. But Cadence isn’t done. She pins Ashley flat, legs spread. The pair grind hard—wet pussies slapping, clit to clit. Ashley sucks Cadence’s nipple, greedy, until Cadence shoves her off and straddles her face. Ashley’s tongue works fast, licking, sucking, demanding that squirt. Cadence clenches, then sprays—hot, messy jets painting Ashley’s tongue and lips. She keeps coming until Ashley’s face drips and both women shake.