Heavy Breathing - Part 5

These two lookers didn't even wait to get the door shut. Tits out, jeans around their ankles, the taller one grinning like she owned the place. She spit on the silicone dick, gave it a lazy stroke, then shoved it straight into her girl's soaking pussy—hard, fast, zero apology. She grips the sink with one hand and bucks back on it like she's trying to break the fucking plumbing, moaning loud enough the next floor can hear. Each thrust forces more slick out of her, dripping down her thighs onto the tile. Every time the silicone slams home she curses, half-laughing, and begs for it deeper.