Kama Sutra 2

Paul Black and Emily J are at it again, and Emily looks damn good doing it. She’s stretched out on a big bed in a room dripping with Indian flair, wearing nothing but this tiny white lace thong that barely counts as clothing. Sounds from the street pull her attention for a second, then she just smiles, arches her back, and starts teasing one heavy tit, rolling the nipple between her fingers. Down go the panties, stretched tight between her spread thighs while she leans in to suck on her own nipple. Her legs start shaking, that tension building right between them. Fingers slide down, teasing her trimmed patch before dipping over smooth, shaved lips. Slow at first, barely grazing. Then the thong’s gone completely. She folds herself into this wild plow pose, shoulders on the mattress, ass up, knees by her ears. Wet fingers tease both holes, spit glistening everywhere as she stretches and probes. She keeps licking her spit-slick tits, moaning and laughing while her body winds tighter. The makeup brush comes out next, thick handle pumping in and out of her pussy, stirring her up until she can’t hold it back. When she finally cums, it’s loud and messy, thighs soaked, tits and face splashed as she squirts all over herself.