Monica & Fawn

About Monica & Fawn

HUSTLER CLASSIC JULY 2002

Fawn darts out of the woods and into Monica’s bush, devouring her playmate’s cum slot like a starved lioness on supple prey. “We might be seen,” Monica frets between delighted moans.

“Give in to spontaneity for once,” Fawn chides, poking her finger in Monica’s timid hole.

“Shit! You’re making me come!” Monica howls, grabbing Fawn by the hair and throwing the former aggressor to her back. Over Fawn’s cooing of pleasure, Monica pants, “You want spontaneity? Let’s see if you can handle what’s about to shoot from my hip.”