Isabella dives in

Candy gasped as she felt a hesitant but warm breath ghost over her wet folds before a pair of soft lips finally pressed against her pussy. She felt Isa lightly lick against her swollen flaps. Then a surprised moan escaped her as the tongue flicked over her clit, tentative at first . Gradually, the lips sealed around her clit, sucking hard before the tongue plunged deep, lapping within her pussy lips with hungry desperation. As Isa’s tongue swiped firmly up her slit, a jolt of pleasure shot through Candy. Her thighs trembling as Isa moaned against her flesh, the vibrations making Candy’s hips buck.

"Mierda, she tastes like leche," Isa muttered, but she didn’t pull away—instead, her tongue plunged deeper, lapping hungrily between Candy’s lips, curling just inside her entrance before dragging back up to circle her clit.

Candy’s back arched off the bed as Isa’s tongue worked her into a frenzy, the wet heat between her legs coiling tighter and tighter until she tried to shreik out— "Oh fuck—!". Her thighs clamped around Isa’s head as she came hard, a strangled cry muffled by Bodie’s ass still pressed against her mouth. Isa also moaned into her, still slurping eagerly as Candy’s pussy pulsed around her tongue, juices dripping down her chin.

Bodie threw his head back with a deep, throaty laugh, his hips still grinding against Candy's face as he watched Isa between Candy's trembling thighs. "Yeah, baby, get that pussy good," he growled, his voice thick with approval. "Clean it up for Bodie. Slurp out all of Big Pete’s spunk from there—don’t leave a damn drop." Isa’s fingers dug into Candy’s bodacious asscheeks as she obeyed, her tongue working in slow, deliberate strokes, lapping up every trace of the other man’s spend. Isa's rapid tounge movements reactively made Candy flick her tounge inside Bodie's asshole faster too. As she tried to match Isa's beat, she could swear she could feel another grumble coming from inside Bodie's belly.