Pussy For Breakfast

Angel Smalls and Lauren Phillips got the house to themselves all weekend. They sat down to eat breakfast and shoot the shit. Angel asked what Lauren had in mind for the day. Lauren just smiled and dragged that spoon across her tongue nice and slow. "Something real relaxing," she said, then slid her foot up Angel’s leg under the table. Angel felt the message loud and clear. Lauren dropped down and started scooping the chick’s tight little pussy with that spoon like it was dessert, every lick louder than the last. They didn’t mess around—bodies tangled fast, legs locked, grinding slick heat in a rough trib session that left them both gasping. Lauren yanked out the dildo next, shoved it in deep, and gave Angel the kind of pounding that rattled the table.