Extra Gel Please

Olivia lies on her back, naked, watching Val climb over her. The woman is all muscle and bronze skin. The first slick drag of tits on tits sends a shock straight between Olivia's legs. Val works Nuru Gel into every curve, sliding slow and deliberate. Each pass makes Olivia's cunt throb. "This is intense," Olivia laughs, half embarrassed. Her nipples stand tight. Val leans close, mouth near her ear. "Straight as an arrow, I swear. Something about you, though..." Her voice is low, breath warm. She shifts forward, and the warm press of her bare mound brushes Olivia's. They both freeze. Val doesn't wait for permission. She takes Olivia's mouth. The apology follows the kiss by half a beat. "Sorry." Then she licks lower, sucking one nipple, biting just enough to make Olivia's back arch. Fingers follow tongues. Legs open wider. Val swings around, face between Olivia's thighs, and sinks her tongue straight into the wet heat. The 69 rhythm builds fast, wet sounds rising over the oil and skin. Olivia pushes Val onto her back. Hips already moving, she swings a leg over and settles her slick pussy against Val's. Their clits kiss. Olivia rocks forward, grinding, circling. "Jesus, you know exactly how to do that," Val gasps, suspicion cutting through lust. Olivia doesn't answer; her only focus is the hot slide, the slap of tits, the rising pitch of their breathing. They rut faster, ass flexing, moans tangling. When Val comes her whole body locks, cunt pulsing hard. Olivia follows seconds later, shaking, dragging every last spark out of the moment.