Lesbian Psychodramas #17

The file dropped June 26th, 2015. The sound clicked into play and the basement lights flickered low. You sat there already half hard just hearing the rasp of leather pulled free, zipper teeth parting slow. Skin slid against skin. Wet, insistent, no room for breathing. A hand grabbed hair, yanked the neck open, lips dragged hard down the length, spit slick and stringing. Bodies slammed the old couch, springs groaning under the weight. Sweat cooled between shoulder blades. Fingers spread cheeks wide and pushed in thick, grunting every inch as muscle fought and took it anyway. Back arched. Legs shook. The filthy slap of flesh against flesh kept time with quick, short moans bleeding into low, hungry growls. You found yourself breathing the same air. A hand wrapped your cock tight, pumping in the dark, mirroring every thrust you watched, hot strings finally streaking your own palm as the clip ended in spent silence.