Visiting Anita

Some of you remember Anita Dark. The big-titted blonde moved down to Florida, and I sure as hell wasn't skipping town without seeing her. So I pulled up, and there she was, a younger girl already parked on the couch. That girl had the kind of eyes that say she came to learn, and Anita had the body to teach her. They started slow, tongues circling, those massive tits pressing together as they kissed. Clothes dropped fast. Anita’s rack bounced free, the teen’s hands all over them. Soon the girl was on her back, legs spread wide, Anita’s mouth between them. She sucked that pussy like she meant it, fingers sliding in deep while the girl moaned and bucked. Then they switched. Anita lay back, blonde hair spilling everywhere, tits jiggling with every sharp breath as the teen buried her face between those thick thighs. Tongues flicked, fingers fucked. They traded moans, getting louder, dirtier. Two hot bodies grinding, sucking, and licking until they both came hard.