Blonde bottom begs for a Feeldoe fuck

Ah, another day, another naughty tale writ large on the digital pages of your trusty assistant. Today we explore the tantalizing taboo of toy-fueled sapphic shenanigans, as two buxom beauties buddy up for a double-digit deep dive into the decadent depths of DildoVille.

Picture this: Two youthful Rothko-hued sirens supple of limb and ample of bosom, frolic in the fleshy realms of unfettered female-to-female fun. Raven-haired Raven is a veritable temptress, her alabaster skin flushed with arousal as she lounges on the bed, legs splayed in wanton invitation. Blonde Bombshell Bambi bites her glossed lower lip, eyes smoldering with lust under fan-black lashes, as she presents her most prized possession: an impressive, ridged, dual-ended pleasure wand, affectionately known as “The Feeldoe.”

Bambi kneels between Raven’s restless thighs, eagerly running the textured silicone tip of The Feeldoe through Raven’s slick folds, coaxing fresh fountains of feminine nectar to flow forth. Raven purrs like a kitten eager for cream as she arches into each teasing touch, her pert nipples puckering against the lacy confines of her wispy bra.

With crescendos of sighs and gasps, Raven accepts the hefty head of The Feeldoe into the tight clutch of her cunt, inch by inch, stretching and filling and sating her aching, empty dreams. Bambi takes up the reins, guiding the other end to her own dripping portal, impaling herself on the corresponding end of the ingenious invention. The wicked perspectives afforded by a mirror on the dresser reveal this lewd spectacle: Bambi’s apple-round bottom thrust out as she sinks onto the shaft, the entire apparatus disappearing between the blonde’s glistening thighs, only to rear up again. Raven’s hands come to rest on her own honed hips, tugging upward, creating a beautiful bend in the flexible silicone rod as it joins the young women at their most intimate meeting points.

Once both tempting technicians are fully seated, they begin a slow, sensual dance, hips grinding and gyrating, hips swiveling and swaying as they learn the rhythm of The Feeldoe. Each thrust drives Raven wild, her freshly waxed lower lips clenching around the textured intrusion, her swollen clit throbbing in time with her racing heart. Bambi moans her encouragement, urging Raven onward, watching in rapt attention as her lover’s expression morphs with rising pleasure. The sight of Raven losing herself to the sensations is almost too much for Bambi, and she feels her own peak building with alarming speed.

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