Lesbian Strap-On Bosses #02

August Ames lounged in the house like she owned it, tits out, phone hot with texts about tonight's rager. Angela watched her from the hall, that last vein pulsing in her temple. Enough. She kicked the door shut hard. August turned, nipples tight from the draft, and Angela was already on her, belt torn free, strap locked into place, silicone gleaming and thick. Angela slammed August over the marble counter, fingers dragging the soaked thong down and off. The dildo shoved in raw, one brutal thrust that made August yelp and claw at the stone. Angela kept the rhythm sharp and mean, hips slapping ass, no mercy, fucking August open until she couldn't talk straight, only moan and buck and soak the dick as it hit the spot over and over. When Angela finally pulled out, August dropped to her knees, mouth greedy, tongue working Angela's slit, sucking her clit like it was air. Angela gripped her hair, rode her tongue, and both of them came together, sweat, spit, and cries tangled in the empty house.