Threesome With Ash Hollywood And Farrah Flower

Ash Hollywood walks in first. Platinum hair, hard body, her name known on every hard drive from here to fuck knows where. She doesn't smile. Doesn't need to. The door clicks behind her and that's when Farrah Flower steps through, younger, red hair wild, cheeks already flushed like she knows what's coming but hasn't quite got a taste for it yet. They don't waste time. Clothes hit the floor. Skin on skin. Ash takes charge like it's second nature, mouth on Farrah's tits, teeth grazing, hands sliding down to spread those soft thighs apart. Farrah moans, surprised at how fast it all hits her. Ash grins against her skin, then drops lower, tongue working slow and deliberate until Farrah's legs start to shake. The guy watches from the edge of the bed, cock already hard, grin plastered on his face like Christmas came early. Ash reaches back, grabs him by the wrist, pulls him in. Farrah's mouth finds him next, wet, eager, lips stretching around him while Ash keeps licking, switching angles, fingers sliding into Farrah until she's gasping around his dick. It's heat and spit and hands everywhere. Ash climbs up, straddles his face, grinds down while Farrah keeps sucking like she can't get enough. They switch. Trade places. Ash rides him hard, head thrown back, hair sticking to her sweat-slicked skin, while Farrah sits on his mouth and rocks until she can't hold it anymore. Moans turn into curses. Nails dig into thighs. They use him like a toy built for two, and he lets them, happy to be buried between platinum and red until none of them can tell whose orgasm hits first.