
Charlie reaches into the sink and her hand catches. No matter how she twists, nothing gives. Laney tugs, pulls, tries everything. Nothing works. They stop pretending it matters. Laney drops to her knees first. Her tongue finds Charlie's pussy and she licks slow, steady, then hungry. Charlie leans back against the counter, hips moving, breath catching. She tastes like soap and heat. Laney keeps going until Charlie's thighs start shaking. Then they switch. Charlie works two fingers inside Laney while her mouth stays busy on her clit. Laney is louder, less careful. Her natural tits bounce with every thrust of Charlie's hand. Charlie curls her fingers just right and Laney comes hard, gripping the edge of the sink. They trade places again. This time Charlie's the one getting fingered from behind while Laney sucks on her. Their bodies press close. Sweat on skin. Blonde hair sticking to damp shoulders. No one is trying to be quiet anymore. Charlie moans through her orgasm, hips grinding back against Laney's hand. Laney doesn't stop until Charlie's legs give out. Later, when the rescue call has already been made, Charlie admits the truth. She was never really stuck. She just wanted Laney's mouth on her. Laney laughs, pulls her in, and kisses her anyway.
Charlie reaches into the sink and her hand catches. No matter how she twists, nothing gives. Laney tugs, pulls, tries everything. Nothing works. They stop pretending it matters. Laney drops to her knees first. Her tongue finds Charlie's pussy and she licks slow, steady, then hungry. Charlie leans back against the counter, hips moving, breath catching. She tastes like soap and heat. Laney keeps going until Charlie's thighs start shaking. Then they switch. Charlie works two fingers inside Laney while her mouth stays busy on her clit. Laney is louder, less careful. Her natural tits bounce with every thrust of Charlie's hand. Charlie curls her fingers just right and Laney comes hard, gripping the edge of the sink. They trade places again. This time Charlie's the one getting fingered from behind while Laney sucks on her. Their bodies press close. Sweat on skin. Blonde hair sticking to damp shoulders. No one is trying to be quiet anymore. Charlie moans through her orgasm, hips grinding back against Laney's hand. Laney doesn't stop until Charlie's legs give out. Later, when the rescue call has already been made, Charlie admits the truth. She was never really stuck. She just wanted Laney's mouth on her. Laney laughs, pulls her in, and kisses her anyway.