Lesbian Superstars 2

Freya Parker shoves Hazel Moore down onto the couch, her dark hair spilling over the pale lace of her lingerie as she straddles the bigger girl's face. Hazel's breasts strain the flimsy cups of her bra, but Freya's got a tighter grip—fingers already knuckle-deep inside the slick heat between Hazel's thighs. Moans bounce off the walls as Freya works her, relentless, while Hazel's mouth stays open and gasping under her weight. Neither one lets up. The room gets smaller, hotter, wetter. Fingertips twist, press, pull another cry out of Hazel. Freya watches her unravel, eyes half-lidded, mouth curled like she's just getting started.