Please Give Us Anal

Moka has had her eye on Kyle for over a year. Her best friend Luna’s visit gives her the perfect excuse. The two girls catch him alone, and the air gets thick fast. Luna steps in close, kisses him hard, then guides his hand under her shirt so he can feel the heat of her skin. Moka slides behind him, palms on his chest, pressing herself tight to his back while she watches every move. Clothes come off in slow order. Luna drops to her knees first, takes him in her mouth with long, wet strokes, her blonde hair brushing his thighs. Moka keeps her hands busy—rubbing his balls, tracing the ridge of his shaft with her fingertips every time Luna pulls back for air. They switch. Moka gets on all fours, Luna behind her feeding Kyle’s cock into her pussy until she’s stretched and glistening. He grips her hips and drives in deep. Luna moves to the front, spreads her legs so Moka can lick her while Kyle keeps pounding from behind. The pace never rushes; every thrust drags, every lick stays lazy and deliberate. When he’s close, Luna pulls him out, lines his cock up with Moka’s ass, and watches her friend take every inch until her hole clenches around him. They change positions again. Luna rides him reverse, grinding slow circles while Moka sits on his face, rocking against his tongue. Sweat beads at the small of Luna’s back. Moka’s thighs tremble. He pulls free at the last second, strokes himself twice, and paints both their faces with thick ropes that drip down their chins onto their tits.