Hazel Wants To Know What Freya Tastes Like

Hazel Moore grips Freya Parker by the hips and pulls that hot little cunt down onto her mouth. She’s hungry for it—wants to know exactly what Freya tastes like, and she’s not stopping until she finds out. Freya rides her face slow at first, then grinds harder, letting the wet heat of Hazel’s tongue work deep between her lips. Hazel moans into the mess, the sound muffled by all that hairy cunt pressing against her mouth. Freya’s legs shake. Her ass tightens. Hazel doesn’t ease up—she keeps licking, sucking, finger-fucking slow and steady while Freya rocks back and forth, chasing more. The air’s thick with sweat and sex. Freya grabs Hazel’s hair, holding her right where she needs her. Hazel’s tongue doesn’t quit. She pushes two fingers in, curls them just right, and keeps her face buried like she belongs there. Freya comes hard, thighs clamped around Hazel’s head, shaking through every slick pulse.