My Free-Use Squirtfest - Christy Love

Will’s chilling when Christy walks in with Riley. The second the door shuts she’s on him—no warning, no warm-up. Just Christy's thighs clamping down over his mouth as he feels her get slick on his tongue. Will keeps talking like nothing’s happening, but he’s eating her like it’s lunch break. Riley? Doesn’t even blink. Sits there chatting away like she’s used to watching her bestie ride a dude’s face on a Tuesday afternoon. Christy rolls her hips, grinding harder, making little greedy sounds. One foot planted on the couch, knee digging into the cushion, pussy sliding wet and slow across Will’s open mouth. Riley’s voice just keeps steady while Christy starts to shake, still acting like it’s all business as usual—even as Christy gets bolder, dragging her swollen clit over his lips, letting every dirty little twitch show.