Lesbian PsychoDramas #08

Darla finally gets exactly what she’s been chasing. Kara mounts her in full view, hips slapping her ass with wet cracks while she works two fingers and her tongue into every hole. She bends Darla over the bench, folds her knees to her tits, spreads her on all fours—whichever way she wants it, Kara delivers. Deep, angry thrusts switch to slow grinds; a strap buried to the balls one minute, her slick fist pushing inside the next. Darla can’t keep quiet. Every new angle drags louder, filthier noises out of her, and Kara just laughs against her neck, pounding harder like she’s got something to prove.