Lacey London - Super Horny Fun Time

That balmy, alcohol-heavy rooftop slam in Brighton is where she takes Kate slow-licking style. She shoves Kate against the crumpled bed sheets, yanks Kate's ankles up over her shoulders and pounds straight into her after ninety seconds of rough, clumsy finger work with hands soaked in both of them. Flexing her biceps every drive, she goes cunt-bottoming deep with the slick black nose pushing Kate's soaked entrance wider until it dissolves into solid gold mush as waves of sweat-slick skin pour together and start to slide dirty between bud-humid pussy lips. Heat sticky across their breasts, they ride the same raw rhythm until Kate drowns in fast orange orgasm that rockets everywhere, coats both trembling sets of shaky legs. Bottles of reeking half-finished G & Ts ping to the rug, cams chattering in wicked delight as they film an amber wet hangover glow rolling off trembling stomachs fresh-marked with saliva bits and pussy juice kisses; her pink-hard twat keeps soft-thumb nudging back against exactly the same soaked six-inch strapping Julie is spiking until both wails let rip like raw quivering surf slapping beach groin in one head-split inhale.