May The Lord Forgive You

Christina had Zazy cornered, made her the toy she craved, and Zazy moaned like she was born for it. The blonde’s big, natural breasts heaved while she slid a slick finger over Zazy’s tight back door, pressing in slow and steady. Zazy gasped, hips rocking, every twitch begging for more. One finger turned to two, working deep, coaxing the dirtiest little sounds out of her. Christina watched with a wicked little grin, clearly loving the way her new plaything melted under her hands. Zazy, for her part, looked blissed-out and grateful, like getting fingered open was the best idea anyone ever had. A perfect match: one gives the orders, the other thanks her for it.