Sophia Scissors Dharma

Sophia Burns and Dharma Jones tangle up fast, like they’ve got a bet to settle. One second they’re on the floor laughing, the next they’re head-to-toe, tongues buried deep. Sophia’s fingers slip inside Dharma, slow at first, then quicker, and the camera dips low to catch the soles of Dharma’s feet curling. She spreads her toes, flexes, then tucks them behind Sophia’s head like she’s anchoring her there. Dharma gives it right back, sliding two fingers in and out while her mouth works in tight circles, and the wet sounds are loud enough to make you grin. They trade pace, bump noses, giggle for half a breath, then dive in again. Every time one of them curls her toes it’s like a little flag waving. They rock together until both backs arch, legs shake, and the groans come out hoarse. It’s messy, silly, sweet, and over too quick.