Tory Lane And Savannah Fox

Christmas hits like cheap whiskey and gets filthy fast. Santa plants himself between them, cock hard as rock candy. He works his joy stick into Tory first—pushes past her lips, drives deep until her throat grips him tight. Savannah leans in, mouth on his balls, tongue working circles that make him hiss. They trade him back and forth, spit shiny on his skin, red lips stretched around every inch. He flips Tory on her back, spreads her wide, and fucks into that soaked slit with hard, wet strokes. Savannah straddles Tory’s face, grinding down, moaning when Tory’s tongue hits her clit. Santa pulls out, moves to Savannah next—slams into her from behind while she eats Tory raw. Sweat-slick skin slaps. Hands grab, squeeze, spank. One of them claws his ass, pulls him deeper. They fuck like they’re racing the clock, come together in gasps and curses, bodies tangled on rumpled sheets while holiday lights blink across the room.