Whatever You Wish - S15:E2

Zazie skanks right up, hauling out the stepbro's cock and pumps it sloppy wet in her fist like she's clocked it before. Veronic grins, shoves her dripping cunt down over his raw thickness and drives like a cowgirl on fire, thighs wide, rack bouncing while her ass slaps his hip bones every drop. Cum? Sweat? Slick pussy juice is everywhere. Zazie laughs, palms her friend's clit, pinches until the nub stands proud and the screws tighten. Game idea flips—Zazie hops the stick now, flips her badgirl braid, hammers down, ankles wide, pussy walls squeezing like she invented greed. Veronica bites her lip, shoves two impatient fingers up Zazie's beat, scissoring hard like she's unlocking panic. Mouths meet midbounce, sluts swap spit while his poles driving two claims deep into clamping cunts, board the weight. Zazie's knuckles grind swirls, spelling tomorrow hot. The three fuse grunts and jiggle until just rhythm piles on ass, wet skin, pure athletic lust humming clearer than lights.