Storm Coming

Lyla Storm carries herself like silk over steel. One of a kind in a crowd. Her spirit stretches long and wild, especially once the clothes come off. Tommy knows he’s the fortunate one, standing there with his cock hard while she slips her tongue along the head and takes him deep, her big tits pressed tight together. She moves between the two women without pause, blonde hair brushing the brunette’s shoulder, then the Latina’s, tasting them both before she circles back to him. Her mouth never loses its rhythm. The heat builds. The air thickens. She sinks lower, strokes him with one hand, sucks him with slow, deliberate pulls, and every wet sound lands sharper than thunder outside.