Our New Roommate - S37:E20

Whitney and Skye slip into black lace that barely holds the heat. They trade looks in the mirror, mouths parted, nipples already showing through. They want one thing — their straight roommate’s cock. The girls move through the apartment like a dare. Skye pulls him from the couch, drops to her knees, and has his jeans open before Whitney even shuts the door. She licks the head slow and wet, eyes locked on his. He tries to speak. Whitney shuts him up by straddling his face, grinding her soaked cunt against his tongue. Skye works him deeper, drooling around every inch until she’s gagging on purpose. He’s thick, hot, heavier than they expected. Skye pulls off with a string of spit, jerks him hard, then sinks down in one slick slide. Whitney watches his shaft disappear into Skye’s tight pussy, bites her lip, then crawls around to suck his balls. Skye rides him slow at first, then faster, swearing every time he hits her cervix. Whitney sucks her nipples while she bounces, fingers Skye’s swollen clit until she’s shaking. When Skye comes she claws his chest and the second she slips off, Whitney takes her place, reverse, reaching back to spread herself so he sees everything. She’s soaked. She’s loud. She fucks him like she’s punishing both of them for waiting this long. Skye kisses him while Whitney grinds down hard, then leans in to lick where they’re joined. He grabs their hips, thrusts up, loses rhythm. Whitney slams down one last time and clenches; he spills inside her in thick, hot pulses. Skye moves in fast, tongue ready. She eats Whitney open-mouthed while his load leaks out, lets it run down her chin. They swap it back and forth, kiss it into each other’s mouths. He watches, half-hard again, chest heaving. The girls glance over their shoulders, smirking.