Sit on my face please!

Malia and Teena skip the usual foreplay. Teena moves first. She spreads Malia's legs and slides her tongue between her folds until everything is slick and swollen. Malia moans, hips rolling. Then the blonde flips the script. "Sit on my face," Teena breathes. Malia obeys without a word. She lowers herself, knees planted on either side of Teena's head, and feels that hot, eager mouth latch onto her again. The shift is immediate. Her thick ass settles against Teena's cheeks while fingers dig in and pull her closer, deeper. She grinds in slow circles. Teena's tongue works harder, chasing every wet sound. Nothing else matters now.