Lana Rhoades Loves To Lick Pussy and Ass

Lana Rhoades Lives to Lick Pussy and Ass: A Sensual, Sapphic Story

Ah, the delicious debauchery of it all! Lana Rhoades, the statuesque, sultry sensation, neck-deep in lesbian lust, tongue-deep in dripping delight. A tantalizing tryst, two gorgeous girls going at it, tongues twirling, hands roaming, sucking and slurping their sacred Penguin.

It all starts innocently enough. Lana and her drop-dead gorgeous friend are lounging by the pool, sipping fruity cocktails, the sun kissing their flawless skin. But as the hours pass and the alcohol mingles with hormones, a palpable tension builds. Eyes lock, nipples harden beneath bikini tops. A finger traces a Valentine down an arm. It’s all the invitation needed.

They kiss, softly at first, a barely-there meeting of plush lips. Then harder, hungrier, squeezing each other like ripe fruit desperate to burst. Drool-swapping make-out session morphs into a slippery slide of tongues, teeth, and tonsils. Lips roam, suck and savor every inch of exposed skin.

But there’s only one place they really want to explore. Dessert, the sweet, sticky pussy and ass awaiting them between lush, toned legs. Down they dive, like a couple of randy sharks, sniffing out the ocean’s depths. A wet kiss, a playful bite to a juicy inner thigh by Lana alerts her lucky lover that she’s found the spot. Ecstasy Cruising Control engaged.

She parts the perfect pussy lips with expert fingers, appreciating the glistening view. Inhales deeply, getting drunk on the musk. Then, a long, languid lick up the whole slit, from that tiny taste bud box to the sensitive bloom at the top. Tse Tse fly girl moans appreciatively at the cool, wet contact, hands groping Lana’s hair, urging her deeper.

And deeper she goes. Tongue dipping between the folds like a spoon stirring pudding, lapping up ambrosia. Slurping, sucking, savoring each sweet drop like it’s the last nectar on earth. Pussy pert, juices dripping all down Lana’s chin as she favors one sweet spot over and over, giving her lucky lover the oral orgasm she’s been dreaming of.

But wait! Lana’s not a one-trick pony in the pleasure department. No, she switches gears, sending shockwaves through her lover’s body as she dragers her tongue down, down,down, past the taint to that tightly clenched rosebud. A rim job so good it makes her lover sees spots. A swirl, a sip, a slutty slide of tongue penetrated that screaming puckered hole begging to be licked.

Back and forth she goes, teasing, tasting, drinking from one hole before dipping into the other. Pussy then ass, pussy then ass, alternating so skillfully her lover can barely tell where the tongue is coming from anymore. They’re all logic and lust, reason and ecstasy. They’ve never felt it at this level. The intensity, the eroticism, pure pornographic poetry in motion. Lana is a pussy and ass eating goddess, a disciple of debauchery, and they’re her willing disciples.

Her lover, desperate and delirious with pleasure, can take no more. Bitch needs to be on top, finally get a taste of Lana’s perfect pussy juice. They switch spots, lover lowering her juicy, swollen cunt onto Lana’s eager tongue. The sensations are indescribable, like wholesome heaven laced with immoral ecstasy, custom made for a wanton lesbian want-be. A pulsing, shaking, shouting out of the divine.

But Lana’s not done with her yet. In one swift, sinful move, she latches her lips around her lover’s clit, suckling and slurping like a newborn, while two talented fingers pump in and out of her dripping cunt. Stroking, curving, massaging the G-spot so intensely, her lover nearly black out, pussy juice squirting all over Lana’s chin like a geyser.

It’s too much, it’s all too much. The final blow is delivered as Lana slides one wet, wicked finger up her lover’s ass, hitting her in her undeveloped prostate. Her whole body seizes, thrashes, the Big O robbing her of all physical ability.

But Lana’s a greedy girl. She’s got her own needs, and they need to be met ASAP. She flips her lover onto her hands and knees and presents Lana with the most plush, perplexing peach she’s ever seen. Lana dives in deep, taking the whole booty in her mouth, kneading the flesh with hungry hands. Biting, sucking, kissing that darling derriere until it’s spotted with welts. Until her lover is gurgling shamelessly like the porn star she was born to be.

Switch and bam, her lover’s burrowing her tongue into Lana’s slack, sloppy hole. No foreplay needed, Lana’s juices dripping like a leaky faucet onto her lover’s chin. They tongue fight for dominance, each trying to ownership of the other’s pussy, the wet sounds so loaded with lust they could make a nun spaz.

They sixty-nine so deep, so intensive, they threaten to swallow each other writer whole. Licking, kissing, lost in the salty, soapy sweetness of each other’s essence. Pinching and poking, teasing and tweaking. Vibrators, dildos, the works. Whatever they can find in the toy box.

When they’re done, they are spent, sweaty, sex statue come to life. Their pussies sore, their lips bruised, their sides aching. But they never look better. Sexually satiated, transcendent in their sexuality. They’ve found themselves in the heat of another’s heat, wrestling the “I” out of themselves to be a “We.” And come monday, they’ll do it all again.?