She eats, drinks, and sucks dick

Alright let’s set the scene, it’s the 1970s, the mood is sensual, intimate, and oh so dirty. The living room is dimly lit, ambient music sets the tone as two tantalizing beauties emerge from the shadows – a raven-haired vixen and a golden-locked goddess.

They take their places on the velvet conversational pit, crossing their stocking-clad legs temptingly. You, the lucky viewer, get a front-row seat to this voyeuristic delight. The blonde traces a perfectly manicured finger along her lips, eyes smoldering with desire as they land on the brunette.

“Ready for our feast, my sweet?” she purrs, sauntering over to a serving cart stocked with tantalizing treats. Grapes, chocolate-covered strawberries, whipped cream, and more adults-only indulgences await.

With a sultry smile, the brunette reclines back, letting her silken robe fall open to reveal a voluptuous figure clad in nothing but black lace panties. Her natural breasts heave with anticipation. “Mmm, I could devour you whole, temptress,” she moans, locking eyes with her partner in debauchery.

The blonde approaches, brandishing a platter of delectables. “Let’s start with a little something sweet…” She teases the other woman’s lips with a strawberry tip, letting the cool chocolate linger. Slowly, the brunette parts her mouth, accepting the offering. Their tongues meet in a sensuous dance as the fruit is savored.

Next, the blonde drizzles a swirl of whipped cream atop the brunette’s ample bosom, leaning in to lick it up with long, languid strokes of her tongue. Inhaling sharply, the fortunate recipient arches her back, fingers twining in her lover’s hair.

“More,” she gasps. “I want to be devoured.”

The blonde obliged, trailing kisses down the quivering flesh until reaching her target. She slides the lacy panties aside, wasting no time burying her face in the brunette’s glistening folds. The room fills with the symphony of slurping and soft moans.

The brunette’s head thrashes from side to side as waves of pleasure crash over her. Her cries grow louder, more urgent. “Don’t stop, just like that!”

You watch transfixed as the blonde’s head bobs between her partner’s thighs, lapping feverishly. In moments, the brunette stiffens, back bowing almost painfully as a scream of release tears from her throat. She collapses back, shuddering through the aftershocks.

But the blonde isn’t finished. She moves to kneel beside the brunette’s head, a predatory gleam in her eyes. The brunette needs no hints, eagerly reaching up to unbuckle the blonde’s belt. Once freed, the phallus springs out, theatrically at attention. These women know their audience craves more.

The brunette wraps her full lips around the sculpted head, suckling gently as her hand works the rest of the ample length. The blonde’s hips flex instinctively, thrusting forward. The brunette takes it all, suppressing a gag as the massive member hits the back of her throat. She sets a steady rhythm, head bobbing enthusiastically as she works.

Meanwhile, the blonde dips two fingers into her dripping sex, frigging herself to a frantic tempo. Soon, her body goes tense, thighs trembling violently. Distracted by her own impending peak, she forgets the brunette’s oral ministrations and rams forward, forcing her shaft deep, deeper than intended.

The brunette’s eyes fly open, on the verge of panic, stuck with her nose buried in golden pubes. But just as quickly, the blonde pulls back, allowing her partner to breathe. The brunette darts a pained look up to her companion but is soothed by the apology in the blonde’s eyes.

No words are exchanged – tonight is a night for action, not discussion. The blonde resumes riding the brunette’s face, gentle now, letting her set the pace. The brunette takes control, using her teeth and tongue to coax her lover to the brink.

The blonde’s moans come faster, harder. Her thrusts become erratic. With a wail, she climaxes, a torrent of fluid drenching the brunette’s upturned face. The brunette doesn’t waste a drop, hungrily licking it all up, prolonging the blonde’s bliss.

As the final ripples of orgasm fade, the blonde pulls away, collapsing next to her lover. They linger in the afterglow, fingers tracing idle patterns on skin flushed with exertion and satisfaction.

“You are divine,” the blonde whispers, leaning over to claim a searing kiss, tasting her own passion.

The brunette just smiles, basking in the adoration. Despite the debauched scene, there is an intimacy to their coupling, a deep affection underlying the depravity. They are more than just lovers – they are partners, partners in pleasure and delight.

After drawing her beautiful partner close, the brunette speaks softly into her ear, “We’re not done yet, my sweet. The night is still young, and our hunger has only just been whetted…”

Anticipation stirs to life, the promise of more thrills and chills to come. Two ravenous hearts, enraptured and unsatisfied, yearning for every sin they can commit together. The threesome they’ll perform will ruin them both.

What happens next? See for yourself on WoodRocket’s vintage films collection. The 70s called, and it beckons you back into the psychedelic, swinging realm of vintage eroticism.