Alternative British Teen 18+ Vixen Licked And Screwed – Sofia Valentine, Vixen Cheshire And Mark Sloan

The sultry sound of a jazz record filled the dimly lit flat as Sofia Valentine sauntered in, her curvy silhouette illuminated by the flickering glow of candlelight. Clad in a lacy, barely-there white lingerie set that struggled to contain her ample bosom and pert derriere, the delectable Brit looked every inch the naughty minx in the making.

Propped up against the far wall, Vixen Cheshire cocked her head with a mischievous grin, her fiery red locks tumbling over bare shoulders. She’d chosen a black lace ensemble that left little to the imagination, the flimsy fabric clinging to her nubile body like a second skin. Her ice-blue eyes sparkled with lustful intent as she took in the mouth-watering sight of her fellow temptress.

Sofia moved with feline grace towards the leather sofa, her hips swaying seductively with each step. As she settled onto the plush cushions, she cast a heated glance towards the camera, full lips parted invitingly. “Evening, boys,” she purred, crossing one long, stocking-clad leg over the other. “Hope you’re ready for the main event.”

On cue, Mark Sloan strutted into view, all chiseled abs and smoldering intensity. The statuesque stud wore nothing but a pair of tight-fitting black boxers, his muscular frame on glorious display. He prowled towards the waiting lovelies, a predatory gleam in his eyes.

Sofia and Vixen exchanged smoldering looks as he approached, electric anticipation crackling in the air. In unspoken agreement, they shifted position, Vixen reclining back against the arm of the sofa as Sofia swung a shapely calf over her friend’s lap. The sexy redhead wasted no time, her manicured fingers dancing along the inside of Sofia’s thigh, igniting sparks of sensation.

Sofia’s breaths came faster, eyes fluttering closed as Vixen’s teasing caress inched higher. The camera zoomed in, capturing Sofia’s exquisite face as Vixen peeled away the flimsy lace barrier guarding her most intimate secrets. A whimper of need escaped those delectable lips, anticipation mounting as Vixen brushed a fingertip over Sofia’s glistening, desperate folds.

Vixen leaned in, painting a hot trail of kisses along the inside of Sofia’s thigh. Sofia bucked her hips, craving more, craving Vixen’s eager mouth on her aching flesh. As if hearing her silent plea, Vixen pushed forward, burying her face between cat-like thighs. The British temptress ate the other vixen out with fervor, determined to make her cum.

Sofia writhed beneath the skilled ministrations of Vixen’s wicked tongue as Mark watched on, stroking himself to full hardness. The musky scent of sex hung heavy in the air, along with the heady perfume of candle wax and sweat. As Sofia’s cries of pleasure grew louder, more urgent, Mark moved closer, positioning himself until the dripping head of his cock brushed against those luscious, kiss-swollen lips.

In a moment of sheer unbridled lust, Sofia seized his member in one hand, guiding him past those sinful red lips. Her tongue swirled around the tip, lapping at the bead of pre-cum that had formed before she engulfed him completely. Mark groaned, long and low, one hand tangling in her hair as she began to suck in earnest.

Meanwhile, Vixen’s tongue did wicked things to Sofia’s throbbing clit, alternating between flicks and full sucking pulls. It didn’t take long for her hips to buck wildly, mindless with pleasure as she rode Vixen’s face. Her moans vibrated around Mark’s shaft, sending shockwaves of sensation straight to his core.

With a keening cry, Sofia came hard, her whole body shaking with the force of it. Vixen lapped up every drop, prolonging her friend’s mind-blowing climax until she collapsed back against the cushions, weak and spent.

But Sofia wasn’t done yet. Greedily, she took Mark’s cock deeper, eager and hungry. Slurping sounds filled the room as Sofia worked him hard and fast, determined to make him bust his nut. The spicy scent of his musk filled her nostrils, making her head spin with need.

Mark’s balls drew up tight as Sofia increased her pace, her tongue doing sinful things along the underside of his dick. Vixen leaned in, lavishing attention on Sofia’s bouncing tits, licking and nipping at the pebblem hard nipples as they strained against the restrictive lace.

With a roar, Mark exploded, shooting thick ropes of cum down Sofia’s eager throat. She swallowed it all, milking him for every last drop before releasing his still-twitching member. Sofia lapped at her red lips, savoring the taste as Mark slouched against the wall, breath heaving.

But Vixen wasn’t about to let the night end there. Shoving Sofia down onto the sofa, she straddled the blonde’s face, facing Mark. “Fuck me like you mean it,” the redhead growled, reaching between her legs to grind her soaked pussy against her friend’s hungry mouth.

Mark needed no further encouragement. With a few quick steps, he was behind Vixen, his once-soft cock resurgent and ready again. He snagged her hips, fingers sinking into supple flesh as he sheathed himself inside that dripping heat.

Vixen cried out, her head thrown back in ecstasy as Mark took her hard and fast. Rocking her hips in time with his thrusts, Vixen fisted a hand in Sofia’s hair, grinding her pussy against that eager mouth. Sofia held on for dear life, sucking and licking at Vixen’s clit like a woman starved.

The obscene sounds of skin on skin and wet, sloppy fucking filled the room, accompanied by the Brits’ escalating moans. Mark’s thrusts grew more erratic, his grip on Vixen’s hips bruising. Vixen knew he was close, but she wanted to cum again first. Determinedly, she ground harder, lips locked onto Sofia’s to swallow her screams of pleasure.

With a shared, shuddering climax, they collapsed against each other, sweaty and sated. Mark stumbled backwards before falling into an armchair to watch his lovely companions bask in the afterglow