Vegas Sins: Part Four

Dahlia just finished the phone call to her wife, Reena. That call went sideways fast. Reena sounds like the whole mess is about her, not the fact that Dahlia is naked, scared, and being passed around by Cassidy and Syren. Dahlia is still down to please them, though, horny little thing that she is. Reena finally bursts in. Dahlia spills everything right away—still naked, still reeking of girl sex. Reena starts asking questions, but Dahlia can’t answer straight. She knows she fucked up. She wants to earn her way back. Reena’s not buying it. She tells Dahlia she needs every filthy detail—what those bitches did, what Dahlia did back—before they’re getting out of this room. Reena drags her wife to the bed. Sheets still damp. Dahlia’s face still slick. Reena calls her a whore, then yanks her own clothes off, blue lace bra and all. Dahlia dives in, kissing like she’s begging for forgiveness, licking and sucking every inch of Reena’s tits, pressing her own heavy tits against Reena’s body. Reena shoves Dahlia’s mouth straight to her hairy cunt and tells her to eat. Dahlia pushes two fingers in, curls them, talks filthy right back while she laps at Reena’s clit. Reena groans, hips rocking, cussing and praising at the same time until her thighs clamp and she comes hard on Dahlia’s tongue. Breathless, Reena demands more. Dahlia climbs on top, grinding her soaked pussy across Reena’s face, dragging it over her mouth, over her own dripping cunt. Reena moans like she’s getting exactly what she needs and exactly what she hates. Dahlia works her over until Reena comes again, loud, shaking, soaking the sheets. When it’s over Reena stares at her wife like she doesn’t recognize her. She stands, grabs her clothes, and walks out without another word, leaving Dahlia alone on the wrecked bed, legs spread, face and tits shiny with come, nowhere left to go.