Anal teen angel Larra and Ashley

Ashley flaunted the new dildo she’d bought, waving it in front of my face. I leaned in, catching its clean scent, then licked the smooth head. Ashley grinned and pressed the toy between my legs, sliding it in with slow, steady strokes while I moaned under her. Our voices carried—loud, desperate, wet. From next door, Oliver heard the commotion and appeared in the doorway, curious. I looked up at him, cheeks flushed, and simply said, “Well, this is going on.” He didn’t need asking twice. He shed his clothes, dropped to the bed, and replaced the dildo with his thick cock, driving into my pussy first, then easing into my ass, the real heat and heft of him better than any toy. Between the two of them—one blonde, one brunette, bodies slick and eager—I gave myself over completely, filled and used in every hole.