Lesbian Break During The Holidays

Title: “Cumming Home for the Holidays”
The scandalous video “Lesbian Break During the Holidays” is ready towards the backdrop of a comfy African house, the place the festive spirit is about to take a deliciously naughty flip. Our two main women, let’s name them Amara and Zuri, are childhood buddies who’ve all the time shared a particular bond. But as they’ve grown into beautiful, curvy, and tattooed girls, that bond has developed into one thing extra.

Amara, the wickedly endowed brunette with a piercing gaze and a physique sculpted by the gods, has invited Zuri over for a quiet Christmas Eve. Decking the halls was the very last thing on both of their minds as they greeted one another with lingering embraces and heated glances. Little did Zuri’s scorching biker boots and tight latex mini costume know the difficulty they had been in.

As Amara supplied Zuri a steaming cup of cocoa, her predatory eyes zeroed in on the swell of Zuri’s cleavage, barely contained by her low-cut prime. Zuri, sensing her good friend’s smoldering wishes, leaned in shut and purred, “Merry Christmas, naughty girl.” The sexual pressure was palpable, thick sufficient to slice with the carving knife meant for the prime rib roast.

Amara wasted no time, leaning in to seize Zuri’s succulent lips in a searing kiss, her tongue delving deep to savor the chocolate on Zuri’s breath. “Mmm, you taste divine,” Amara growled, “and I’m not just talking about the cocoa.”

Zuri gasped as Amara’s fingers discovered her plush ass, squeezing the supple cheeks by means of her tight costume. “Then by all means, have a taste,” Zuri openly invited, climbing up her skirt to disclose the shortage of panties beneath.

Amara wasted no time, turning Zuri round and bending her over the arm of the couch. She caressed the upturned globes of Zuri’s behind earlier than delivering a powerful smack, leaving a crimson handprint on the latex. “Someone’s been a very naughty girl,” Amara chided playfully.

Zuri moaned, pushing her ass again towards Amara’s contact. “So have you, you naughty tart,” she retorted, reaching again to fondle Amara’s gushing pussy by means of her tiny shorts. The material was positively soaked, Amara’s arousal apparent to anybody who noticed the huge moist spot.

With a growl of animalistic lust, Amara tore open Zuri’s costume, exposing the huge mounds of her breasts, tipped with darkish, stiff nipples. She ducked her head, lapping on the sugary cocoa that also clung to Zuri’s pores and skin, then taking a nipple into her scorching mouth, suckling greedily.

Zuri cried out in bliss, biting her lip to stifle herself as Amara’s depraved tongue and fingers stroked her needy flesh. “Fuck, Amara, I’ve been so desperate for you,” Zuri shuddered, reaching again to plunge her fingers into Amara’s sodden folds. “God, you’re dripping wet. Even your panties are soaked clean through.”

Amara moaned round Zuri’s nipple, spreading her thighs eagerly as Zuri pumped two fingers into her keen pussy. “Oh gods, yes,” Amara whimpered, grinding on Zuri’s skillful hand. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you all day. I even secretly rubbed one out this morning, imagining you giving me head.”

Zuri may take no extra. She spun round and pushed Amara down onto the ground, climbing on prime of her and shoving her face between Amara’s thick thighs. “Then let me make that fantasy come true,” Zuri growled, nuzzling her nostril towards Amara’s dripping labia, inhaling the scent of her arousal.

Amara screamed as Zuri’s gifted tongue parted her folds, lathing her swollen clit and delving deep into her scorching, molten core. “Fuck, yes!” Amara cried, fisting her fingers in Zuri’s hair, holding her in place as she humped Zuri’s face. “Eat my pussy, you naughty lesbo! Fuck, you’re going to make me cum!”

Zuri doubled her efforts, sucking Amara’s clit into her mouth and fucking her laborious with three fingers. Amara’s slick partitions clenched tight round Zuri, the African magnificence drowning in ecstasy as Zuri tongue-fucked her towards a screaming climax.

“Yes, yes, YES!” Amara wailed, her pussy spasming as she shot a gush of clear nectar throughout Zuri’s chin. “Fucking suck me, bitch! Make me cum!”

Zuri labored her by means of each wave of orgasm, licking and stroking till Amara collapsed again, limp and panting. Only then did she elevate her head, a smug grin on glistening lips. “Merry Christmas, lover,” Zuri purred, licking Amara’s juices from her face.

“Merry fucking Christmas,” Amara breathed, pulling Zuri up for a deep, ravenous kiss, tasting her personal essence on the pleasant curve of Zuri’s lips. “You’re going to pay for that, you cock-teasing slut,” Amara growled, a depraved mild in her eye. “Now get that latex-clad ass up on the table. It’s time for the real present.”

And with that, the clock ticked away the beginning of a sensual, sordid Christmas that these two African lovebirds would always remember.