Sorry Doesn't Cut It

Bridgette caught wind that Cassidy had been fucking her husband. Time to teach the little home-wrecker some manners. If he gets to play, so does she. She shoves a thick pink dildo straight between Cassidy’s lips, making her gag on it while she talks trash. Cassidy tries to whimper but the dildo muffles every sound. Bridgette keeps the pressure on, sliding two fingers into Cassidy’s dripping cunt and pumping them hard until the blonde’s thighs shake. They switch angles fast—Bridgette climbs on top and grinds her slick pussy against Cassidy’s, clit to clit, rocking until both women are panting. Then she drops her mouth between Cassidy’s spread legs again, tongue swirling, fingers buried knuckle-deep, stretching that greedy hole until Cassidy can’t stop coming. Cassidy returns the favor, licking Bridgette until she’s dripping down the brunette’s chin. By the time Bridgette’s finished, Cassidy’s a quivering, soaked mess. Her husband might be done with the blonde, but Bridgette’s only getting started.