Someone To Talk To

Jena LaRose is stuck behind the sale tables when Ember Snow rolls up and catches her solo. They talk about the house getting emptied, Jena’s dad headed for the home. Ember nods—she’s been through the same mess just weeks ago—and the two women open up. Jena blurts out she’s terrified of getting older without anyone in her bed. Ember’s eyes catch fire. She steps in, grabs Jena’s hips and presses their tits together, telling her to quit worrying and just feel. Next second she’s yanking Jena’s shorts down, sinking two fingers straight into her wet pussy, pumping hard while Jena moans. Ember pushes her onto the hood of the car, climbs on and sits on Jena’s face, grinding her dripping Asian cunt over Jena’s tongue. Jena licks deep, hungry, tits bouncing with every thrust of Ember’s hips until they’re both shaking and coming loud enough to echo down the street.