Parole My Hole

Most people would panic when their ankle bracelet starts beeping. Not Dana. She plants one foot past the line and waits for the alarm like it's her favorite bell. Penny shows up ready to teach her a lesson and wastes no time peeling Dana’s clothes away. Those big, soft tits bounce free, and Penny’s hands are all over them, fingers sinking in while her mouth finds every inch of warm skin. A quick smack, a wicked grin, and then Penny’s tongue dives between Dana’s legs, licking and teasing until Dana is gasping. Fingers slide in next—slow, firm strokes that turn faster, deeper—until Dana is soaked and rocking against Penny’s hand. Dana doesn’t hold back; she turns the tables, climbs on, and sits that tattooed ass right on Penny’s face. Penny moans into every grind, licking like she can’t get enough. When the strap-on comes out, Dana bends over and takes every inch, groaning loud while Penny thrusts hard, hips slapping skin. They switch again, Dana riding on top, tits bouncing, the thick toy stretching her open until both women are breathless and spent.