Backstage with Lepidoptera & Nina

Chicks usually steer clear of pool unless they're itching to wrap their hands around a stiff, rock-hard cock. Nina and Lepidoptera headed out pretending to line up shots, but two racks later Nina leaned over and admitted the truth, “I fucking hate this game. I came here for that dick.” Lepidoptera smirked and tossed her cue; the moment they locked eyes, the table became their stage. Instead of pockets, they chased moans—cock slammed deep into slick, wet pussy, then drawn back only to spear tight little assholes that stretched around every pulsing inch. Long, brutal thrusts that made everything clench and flutter, both holes used hard and unapologetically until their cries bounced louder than any breaking rack.