Alya Stark & Lana Roy: Psycho Models

Under flickering neon lights she stands, Alya Stark, all fishnet and curves in tight pink lingerie. Next to her Lana Roy sways, big tits barely held in lace. Mike Angelo watches, brush ready, when the paint hits skin it glistens, oil drips down their hips. They peel the nets away. Skin slides on skin, fingers leaving greasy streaks, mouths hot at each other’s necks. Alya drops to her knees first, sucking him slow until spit strings from her lips. Lana leans in to share it, tongues tangling around his shaft. He tastes them, licks Lana’s ass until she shivers. Then Alya climbs aboard, knees spread, cunt swallowing him inch by inch. She rides hard, gasping every time he bottoms out. Mike lifts Lana, bends her over Alya’s back and slams inside. The room fills with the slap of hips and wet, filthy noise. He pounds them both until they fold under him, stacked thighs trembling, one cunt after another filled. Finally he pulls out, jerks thick ropes across their open mouths. They swallow like they’ve earned it.