All over Isabella

You’re on your back, hips snapping upward in deep, powerful thrusts, burying your cock to the hilt inside Amy’s tight, perfect pussy with every stroke. Amy rides you hard, her petite body bouncing, blonde hair swinging wildly, perky breasts jiggling as she grinds her clit against your base on each downstroke. Her ring-made walls grip you like a vice, slick and hot, fluttering each time you bottom out.

Above you, Isabella straddles your face, her soft thighs framing your head, her soaked pussy pressed firmly against your mouth. Your tongue works her relentlessly—spearing deep into her entrance, then flicking fast circles over her swollen clit, sucking gently before plunging back inside. Isabella’s juices coat your chin and cheeks, dripping down your neck as she rocks against you, hands braced on the headboard, heavy breasts swaying with every grind.

The room is nothing but wet sounds and **** moans: the obscene squelch of Amy’s pussy taking your cock, the slick slide of your tongue in Isabella’s folds, Amy’s high whimpers and Isabella’s deeper cries.

You feel the pressure building fast—Amy’s perfect cunt squeezing you rhythmically, her arousal dripping down your balls. You groan into Isabella’s pussy, the vibration making her gasp and grind harder.

“Close—” you warn, voice muffled against her.

Amy lifts off you immediately, your cock slapping wetly against your stomach, glistening with her juices. She kneels beside Isabella, fingers already thrumming her own swollen clit in frantic circles.

Isabella slides off your face with a wet sound, turning to kneel in front of you, breasts heaving, eyes dark with need. She arches her back, presenting her face, tits, and soft belly to you.

You stroke yourself once, twice—groaning deeply as you erupt. Thick, heavy ropes of cum shoot across Isabella’s waiting body: the first stripe hits her flushed cheek and open lips, the next splatters across her heavy breasts, coating her dark nipples in white. More lands in hot streaks over her soft belly, pooling in her navel and dripping down toward her mound. She gasps at the heat of it, tilting her face up to take every spurt, tongue darting out to catch what lands near her mouth.

The sight of Isabella painted with your load sends her over the edge. She reaches down, fingers rubbing her clit furiously as she grinds the air—her orgasm crashing through her in shuddering waves, pussy pulsing visibly, fresh wetness dripping down her thighs onto the sheets as she sobs your name.

Amy follows seconds later—fingers thrumming her clit hard and fast, body convulsing as she comes with a sharp cry, pussy clenching around nothing, juices coating her hand and thighs.

When the tremors fade, Amy doesn’t hesitate.

She moves to Isabella, pushing her gently onto her back and leaning in—tongue flat and broad, licking up the mess from Isabella’s belly first, gathering thick streaks of your cum and swallowing with soft moans. She moves higher, lapping at her breasts, sucking each nipple clean, then finally to her face—kissing her deeply, sharing the taste before licking the cum from her cheeks and chin.

Isabella whimpers into the kisses, hands threading into Amy’s blonde hair, pulling her closer.

You watch, chest heaving, cock twitching at the sight of Amy cleaning every drop of your release from your girlfriend’s body.

When Amy’s finished, she crawls up to kiss you—sharing the lingering taste of your cum mixed with Isabella’s skin.