Imperfect Angels #01

Brittany grabbed Rayveness by the wrist and dragged her into the bedroom. Door locked. Curtains yanked shut. The air felt thick enough to choke on. Rayveness stood at the foot of the bed, dark hair spilling over bare shoulders, tits straining against the silk of her robe. Brittany shed her own clothes without ceremony, tits bouncing free, nipples already tight. She shoved the brunette onto the mattress, crawled up her body like she meant to own it. Fingers slid between slick folds, found her clit and rubbed hard circles until Rayveness gasped. The brunette wasn't one to take without giving back. She flipped Brittany, tongue diving straight between spread thighs, licking deep and filthy. They twisted and tangled for hours. Tongues on nipples, fingers pumping wet holes, thighs shaking against flushed cheeks. Every inch of the sheets got wrecked.