Summer Col: Anal 3-Way, Messy Facial!

Summer Col waits. She’s shy, quiet, glasses sliding down the bridge of her nose. Tiny string of a bikini barely clings to that skin, something loud and cheap in Colombian colors. Francesca Le moves first. No introduction. One slap across both ass cheeks, then her hand slides up, grabbing the small, real tits, twisting the nipples till Summer flinches. The older woman rams a thick, rainbow dildo straight between Summer’s lips, makes her choke, then shoves it past the thong and into her cunt with hard little jabs. Mark Wood pulls his dick out, heavy, already thick. Summer drops to her knees and takes him deep, mouth stretched, eyes watering behind those lenses. Francesca holds her hair, keeps her there until she gags. Mark spins her around, flips the back of the thong aside, and spears into that tight hole from behind. Short, mean strokes, hips slapping skin. He pulls out, spits once, then drives straight into her ass. Summer gasps, then leans forward, pushes back, taking it deeper with every thrust. Francesca smirks, drops spit on Summer’s stretched rim, works two fingers inside the same hole while Mark keeps pounding. Fingers out, cock right after, and now it’s in her mouth again—taste of her own ass still warm on him. Francesca sucks Mark clean, too. Quick, greedy, strings of spit. Then she plants her own heavier ass right on Summer’s face, smothering her while Summer sits down on Mark’s dick, hips working in hungry circles. Sweat, skin, the slap of wet flesh. When Mark stands, Summer tilts her chin up obedient. He strokes once, twice. Thick ropes blast across her face, over the glasses, down her lips, dripping off her jaw, messy and white and everywhere.