Lora Cross Wrecks Nicole Parker with the Strap

Lora Cross and Nicole Parker locked eyes between sets, sweat dripping, thighs flexing—and within minutes, they were tearing each other’s clothes off in a hotel room like animals in heat. Nicole’s still catching her breath when Lora goes face-first between her legs, licking deep and slow before flipping her over and rimming her hard, moaning like she’s starving. Nicole melts under her tongue, gasping, squirming, begging for more—and Lora’s just getting started.

Out comes the strap-on, thick, black, and merciless. Lora throws Nicole on the bed, pins her down, and fucks the soul out of her, hips slapping, tits bouncing, abs flexing with every brutal thrust. Nicole screams, legs shaking, getting absolutely pounded while Lora grins and goes harder. It’s not sweet. It’s not gentle. It’s raw lesbian gym bunny filth, soaked in sweat and soaked everywhere else, too.