Black panther - 2.

Kyra Black catches you fast. Those deep, quiet eyes hold something darker—something that moves when her small hands reach for the blonde sitting next to her. The girl’s breasts bounce as she leans in, nipples already tight. Kyra’s mouth finds one, sucks, and the sound is soft, wet. The blonde pulls Kyra’s hips closer and slides two fingers between her legs, testing how ready she is. A second guy steps behind Kyra, thick cock already hard. He spreads her cheeks, presses the head against the tight ring, and sinks in with one slow push. Her body tightens around him, then opens. The blonde watches every inch disappear, then moves beneath them so Kyra can straddle her face. Tongue meets clit while the man keeps thrusting, deeper now, harder. Kyra’s small frame shakes between them, every stroke pushing her forward into the blonde’s mouth. They keep her pinned—mouth, cunt, ass—until her moans turn sharp and she comes with both holes full.