Alison's Way of Pleasure Part 2

Allison Tyler carries that voluptuous figure with complete confidence. Her full breasts and round hips draw the eye, and she offers them without hesitation. Today both a man and a woman kneel close, hungry for her. One pair of hands cups her heavy breasts while another traces the line of her spine, and Allison’s lips part in quiet delight. The woman’s mouth finds a nipple, sucking softly, then harder, until Allison’s breath hitches. At the same time the man presses between her thighs, tongue parting her slick folds with slow, greedy strokes. She takes them both. Fingers slide inside her, curling deep, finding that hidden spot that makes her thighs tremble. Her hips roll against the woman’s busy tongue, then rock back onto the man’s hard length when he rises to replace his mouth. The rhythm builds; every thrust rocks her full breasts against the woman’s palms. Allison moans, a low sound that sharpens each time the man angles deeper, each time the woman’s fingers press against her swollen clit. Sweat glistens on her skin. She grips the sheets, knuckles white, riding them both with steady, hungry movements until the room fills with the wet sound of skin meeting skin and her voice breaking into helpless pleasure.