Camel Toe

Romi Rain spots it the second Reena Sky steps in: her tight white yoga pants sucked right up the masseuse’s cunt, front and center, no hiding it. Instead of pointing it out Romi says Reena’s one sexy bitch. Reena just smiles, shy as hell, still clueless. Reena offers the towel but Romi flips her top and bottoms off, proud of every curve, and tells her not to bother hiding that fat juicy ass—she wants the hands on it bare. Reena shrugs, squirts oil, and starts kneading those cheeks like dough. Romi arches and groans loud enough you’d think the neighbors can hear. When Romi flips and spreads her legs wide, whining about an inner-thigh knot, Reena drops her oily mitt right on the tender muscle. Rubbing turns to groping, and Romi just blurts, “Squeeze those tits, too.” The second Reena’s palms slide over the oily, heavy breasts she own pulse kicks up; she even admits it. That’s when Romi snakes a hand behind her neck and drags her into a wet, open-mouthed kiss. Romi’s oil-slick fingers dip straight between Reena’s thighs, find the hot seam in those pants, and press. Reena doesn’t flinch. A slick flick, two deeper pushes, and Romi shudders out hard around the fingers, hips jerking like a stun gun. Finger still wet, Romi traces that cotton wedge Reena’s rocking and snickers, “You wearing it like that on purpose?” Reena goes crimson but shifts closer, doesn’t push the hand away. Clothes hit the floor. Romi swaps spots with her on the table, sucks a hard nipple, flips Reena into a pretzel, and eats her smooth, shaved pussy until the moans turn yelps and the legs shake apart. Reena cums right down Romi’s throat. They line pussies, clit to clit, and grind until sweat-slick thighs slap and both girls hit peak at once. Reena flips onto her belly, parts Romi’s cheeks, tongues the tight pucker and drills three fingers to the hilt until Romi gushes across her knuckles and dribbles everywhere, moaning like a filthy porn loop left on repeat.