Ash Hollywood And Tiffany Doll

Ash Hollywood walked into the room first. All that blonde hair, hard little body. She spotted Tiffany Doll already on the bed with me and didn't even blink. Just climbed on. Tiffany looked up—dark eyes, dark hair, mouth already open like she wanted something in it. Me between them. Nowhere else I'd rather be. Ash grabbed the back of my neck, pulled me in, kissed me hard enough to draw blood. Tiffany pushed two fingers between her legs, started working herself open while she watched. The sounds got filthy fast. Wet. Ash broke the kiss, shoved my head down toward Tiffany's spread thighs. I tasted her. Ash straddled Tiffany's face, grinding, while I kept my mouth busy lower down. Three of us moving, breathing hard. Nothing soft. Every thrust made noise. Skin slapped. Tiffany moaned into Ash like she was starving for it. Ash reached back, wrapped her fingers around me, guided me in. Tight. Hot. I buried myself and started fucking like I meant it. Tiffany's tongue stayed busy on Ash while I pounded into her, hips snapping. Ash leaned forward, kissed Tiffany again, tasting herself. The three of us twisted, bodies locked, nobody stopping. Ash came first, shaking, gripping the sheets. Tiffany followed, crying out, legs shaking around my waist. I didn't last after that. Finished deep, panting, every nerve fried. They didn't move. Just stayed tangled up with me, breathing hard, sweat cooling on skin.