face-sitting

You get the attention of the handsome, but cold, photographer. He seems more receptive now, eyeing you in the shadows, your generous curves barely hid by a second-skin teddy of white lace. He looks at you, then Marlene, then you again. He drops any pretense of ignoring you and heads off to be by your side.

This infuriates Marlene. But before she can get a word out, Cathy has jumped on the golden sheets beside her, her little blue babydoll hem swishing back and forth as her body settles next to the dark-haired woman.

"Marlene! You weren't very nice to me earlier!" she says, Cathy's coquettish fingers walking along Marlene's arms. Suddenly, Cath pounces, grabbing the strong woman's wrists and clicking into the handcuffs she found in the props room. "I think you are going to owe my pussy a tongue-lashing instead!" the impudent miss demands,pushing the shackled woman to her back and working her nightie-clad body up to the woman's face.

Cathy forces her needy pussy on the woman's lips, gyrating her tight little cheerleader bubble-ass around in circles on the older woman's face.

"Weeee!" Cathy giggles as the lesbian relents, jabbing her tongue into the teen's depths, rocketing the cute blonde into orgasm. "Am I enough of a woman for you now, smarty-pants?" Cathy asks, satiated, still sitting on Marlene's face.