Ina's choice

Ina’s changed her mind. She walks in all legs and attitude, blonde hair falling past her tits, nipples already tight against her top. No more holding back. She drops to her knees the second the guy’s cock comes out, mouth open, eyes up. Her lips stretch wide as she takes him in, slow at first, then deeper, saliva shining down her chin. The brunette costar watches from the side, tits out, touching herself while Ina works. Ina stands, lets the guy peel her shorts off, then bends over the couch. He slides in from behind while her big tits sway under her. She moans loud, pushing back, greedy for every inch. They switch. Ina climbs on top, riding hard, cunt slick and gripping, tits bouncing in his face. She leans back, takes him to the root, rides until her legs shake. Then she’s on her knees again, mouth open, tongue out. He strokes once, twice, and paints her pretty face in thick ropes. She smiles through it, licking what she can reach, looking like she’s finally exactly where she wants to be.