I'm in Control

Ever since Jenna Sativa turned eighteen she can’t take her eyes off Dava Foxx’s tits. Dava’s on the phone with a girlfriend, sprawled on the couch, telling every juicy detail while Jenna licks between her legs. Dava laughs into the receiver and keeps talking. “I’m sunbathing topless by the pool, turn around—bam, she’s right there staring like she’s hypnotized. Another time I step out of the shower and she’s in the doorway, eyes glued to my chest. I figured I’d test just how far she’d go.” So the other day Dava waits, tits already pulled out of her shirt, and the second Jenna walks in the door Dava gives them a little shake. “Since you’re gonna stare,” she told her, “get over here and suck.” Jenna drops her bag and dives in, tongue flicking, face buried between Dava’s heavy breasts. Homework? All Dava has to do now is jiggle and Jenna’s on her knees with a pencil. While Dava dishes the story, Jenna’s still between her thighs, licking slow and steady, squeezing handfuls of tit whenever she wants. Dava bites her lip, trying not to moan too loud, half-hoping her friend on the line might hear something anyway. When the call ends, Dava hangs up, pulls Jenna up for a kiss, and flips her onto her back. She spreads Jenna’s legs and returns the favor, tongue working until Jenna’s squirming and grabbing at the cushions. They trade places, sixty-nine, both of them moaning into each other, then roll into a heavy grind, tits mashed together, hips rocking until they come hard and loud, Dava still completely in charge and loving every second of it.