Isabella Clark double anal fisted and prolapsed by hot blonde
Title: Prolapsing Pleasures with Isabella Clark and Babette babes
The room was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation and the scent of sex. Isabella Clark reclined on a velvet chaise, her curvaceous body glistening with baby oil. Her ruby lips curved into a wanton smile as she beckoned Babette, her trusted lesbian lover, to join her. With a flick of her hair, Babette sauntered over, her ample bosom straining against her lacy lingerie.
“Mmm, my sweet Isabella,” Babette purred, kneeling between the goddess’ spread legs. “You’re looking as delectable as a ripe peach.” Her fingers trailed along Isabella’s smooth thighs, up to her bare mound. Isabella’s back arched as Babette’s fingers found her ready folds, plunging deep and curling just so. “Yesss,” Isabella hissed, “Worship me, my slut.”
Babette obliged, lapping at Isabella’s sweet nectar like a cat at cream. Grinding against the holy temple of Isabella’s sex, Babette’s own arousal dripped through her skimpy panties. She looked up, meeting Isabella’s fiery gaze. “You want more? You want me to ruin you?”
“Not today,” Isabella laughed breathily. “Today, you’re going to ruin this virgin ass.” She reached back, pulling her cheeks apart and revealing the tight, puckered hole hidden between. Babette’s eyes widened, almost as wet as her needy cunt. This was what they’d been building towards.
Dabbing the tip of her finger with spit, Babette traced the circumference of Isabella’s asshole, teasing the sensitive nerve-endings. Isabella whined, the stimulation too intense to bear. But she was no chicken. Spitting into her palm, she slicked up her fingers and reached back, jamming two knuckles deep into her anus. The burn was exquisite, white-hot pleasure-pain that sang through her body.
Babette needed no further encouragement. Swallowing Isabella’s middle fingers, she lowered her mouth to the twitching starfish, swirling her tongue around the rim. Isabella bucked, to no avail – Babette held her steady, lapping and sucking, reducing the goddess to shuddering rubble. Her tongue probed deep, forcing its way into the hot, tight passage.
“More!” Isabella keened. Her fingers plunged alongside the wicked tongue, fucking into her own ass. The dual sensations threatened to crack her apart. Babette greedily accepted the slick digits on her tongue, slurping noisily. The heady aroma of Isabella’s middle ground her deep; primal, musky, feminine. Babette was lost in the frenzied lust to delve deeper, to devour the goddess whole.
“Ohhh fuck!” Isabella roared, all semblance of feminine composure gone. She spread her legs wide, redoubling her efforts to finger-fuck her own greedy asshole. Babette followed suit, slamming her mouth against Isabella’s taint, fucking her tongue in balls-deep. Drool ran down her chin, puddling on the floor. Her spit was nowhere near enough to sufficiently lube thehydraid ass, but it didn’t matter – she needed it, needed to be fully immersed in Isabella’s carnal devourment.
Isabella’s sphincter snapped shut around her invading fingers, clamping down like a vice. She could feel herself prolapse, reaming her own rectum open. The pain was transcendent, all-encompassing, eclipsing the very cosmos. Babette was nothing but an extension of her own bursting organ, still suckling and tongue-fucking ferociously.
“Baby, I’m going to cum all over your face…” Isabella choked out, barely able to formulate words. Her body began to convulse; she would cum from ass-play alone. “…I’m going…I’m fucking…”
It crashed over her like a tidal wave. She spasmed, twitching, her tight pussy squirting clear fluid. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as the painful pleasure ravaged her from the inside out. Over and over, she rampaged against Babette’s unyielding mouth, the sounds echoing through the room. Their lesbian love had reduced her to a howling beast.
Finally, Isabella collapsed into oblivion. Babette gentled her touch, carefully pulling the trembling goddess’ limp fingers from her thoroughly wrecked anus. She had done it. She had pushed the bounds of Isabella’s pleasure, pushed the curvaceous vixen to her limits. Grinning wickedly, she dove back in, determined to wring every last drop of orgasmic bliss from her…until they both laid spent amongst the oil and sweat. An incredible, supernatural feat of orgasm.
