Stuffing Bree's Poon

Anina and Bree sat on each other's faces, tongues working between wet thighs until everything glistened. Anina pulled off her glasses and pushed her small hand into Bree's lubed opening, inch by inch, pausing often so Bree could adjust. Her fingers disappeared slowly, the stretch making Bree's breath catch each time Anina eased forward. Both of them kept licking, lost in the slow rhythm of hand and tongue.