Tory Lane And Savannah Fox

Tory straddles the elf's lap, grinding down on him slow, then fast, letting him slide deep while Savannah watches with hungry eyes. Every thrust knocks the breath out of him. He grips her hips like he's drowning. She leans in, cigarette lit between two fingers, takes a drag and blows a steady stream of smoke right onto the slick head of his cock. The cloud clings for a moment before it drifts away. When his buddy shows up, pants half-zipped and eyes wide, the mood shifts. Four bodies crowd the couch. Savannah climbs onto the second elf's cock without asking, palms flat on his chest, hips working. Tory drops to her knees, cigarette still lit, and gives the first elf's shaft a sloppy pass with her tongue, smoke drifting each time she exhales. The second elf's fingers sink into Savannah's waist, pulling her down harder. Tory moans around the dick in her mouth and the vibration makes the elf hiss. Savannah reaches out, grabs the glowing cigarette from Tory's hand, takes a long drag and blows the next cloud over both wet shafts, watching the thin haze stick to the shiny skin. The elves grunt, try to keep pace, but the girls set the rhythm—grinding, stroking, sucking, switching back and forth until no one is sure whose come or cigarette is whose.