Hot Chocolate

Ana Foxxx stood there, black skin glistening, thigh-high boots still on, held by straps that crossed and climbed her body like an afterthought. Natassia Dreams watched her, already on her knees, knowing the script had flipped—she was giving it up tonight. They peeled off what little fabric was left. Mouths found skin, tongues traced wet lines, Natassia's cunt licked clean and open by the woman above her. Fingers followed Ana shoved the pink toy deep, pumping, fucking. Natassia answered with her own mouth between Ana's legs, moaning as she got ground on, face slick, hips bucking back. Ana laughed low, flipped her, spread her wide, and drove the slick toy past the tight ring of her ass. Slow, then hard. 'I'm impressed,' Ana said as Natassia's breath hitched through the last stretch of that filthy scene.