Lesbian Psychodramas #17

She finally freed that fat strap-on dick from her open-front jeans, and it flopped heavy between her thighs, fake and rubber but still thick as her wrist. June 26th, 2015. That’s when this fuck-all scene dropped, raw and nasty. Bright white studio light beat down on her chocolate skin while her partner waited on all fours, ass pushed back like she knew exactly what came next. The dildo’s vein textures caught the light, just lewd enough to make a dick twitch. Her lube-slick fingers walked up the shaft, twisting tight at the swollen head until every shiny inch glistened. No messing around: she lined up fast, thumb hooked her partner’s thong to one side, and sank straight in. The sound of that first wet pop when the head popped past the rim? Filthy. Balls-deep in one hungry thrust, pelvis slapping ass cheek, strap harness biting hips. Grunts, hips snapping, the other girl’s tits jiggling in rhythm. Sweat slid down the dominant’s abs and dripped onto the small of the sub’s back, mixing with lube every time she pulled out and drove home again.