A Hot Stroll Down the Boulevard

Roxy and I walked down the boulevard, taking our time. She looked so fucking hot I kept dragging my eyes back from the gutter. We drifted onto side streets and she kept flashing me through the lens—tits, tongue, the glint in her eye. My cunt throbbed harder each block. I finally grabbed her wrist: fuck sightseeing, hotel, now. The A/C kissed our sticky skin the moment the door shut. Roxy set the laptop on the table and hit record. Clothes hit the floor. She spread herself on the sheets and her pussy bloomed, pink and glossy. I pushed the camera back into her hand, dropped between her thighs, and licked her open—slow at first, then messy, greedy. She came on my tongue, shoved me down, and returned the favor with two fingers and that wicked little laugh. For the rest of it, just watch the tape: the whole filthy scene stayed in frame while Roxy Rox and Ana Foxx fucked each other raw.