Nash Magazine Blake Angel

Blake walks in like she owns the place, tits already fighting the seams of her new 'Virgin Killers' top. While Angel’s gone for a fitting, she tells me straight up she’s been dying to put that shy bombshell on her model roster, but Angel still thinks her rack looks weird from staring at magazine girls too long. I’ve been lusting after Angel forever, so when Blake says if I help break her out of her shell she’ll help me get in her pants, my cock’s already twitching before I answer. Angel comes back, Blake wastes zero time. She’s right in front of me squeezing Angel’s big tits, rolling her nipples until they stand up stiff, then she has Angel do the same to her. Angel picks it up fast, gets bolder with every pinch, and now I’m rock hard just watching. Blake doesn’t stop there. She slides Angel’s top off and teaches her titfuck basics—how to press those soft, heavy tits around a cock and slide. Angel’s a quick study, tongue flicking the head every time it pops out. They move us to the bedroom, both of them dropping to their knees. Blake strokes me while Angel starts sucking, then they switch, lips shiny, spit dripping down my shaft while they make out over the tip. Blake climbs on first, bouncing on my dick with her tits swinging, Angel watching and rubbing her own pussy. She climbs on next, straddling me, moaning louder each time she sinks all the way down. I pull them both onto my face, tongue buried in wet, slick folds while they grind and kiss each other. When I flip them over and start pounding, Angel’s the loudest, legs shaking, pussy gripping tight while Blake plays with her clit. By the time they both cum hard and soaking, Angel’s already talking like the contract is hers—as long as I keep making her scream like that.