Lesbian Sploshing: Wienies And Mustard

Holly Hendrix walks in tattooed and tiny, flinging a pile of leftover hot dogs onto the kitchen counter for Gabriella. The bikinis barely cover what needs covering. Holly grabs one sausage first, runs her palm along the slick length, pushes it between her lips while Gabriella watches. Then Gabriella steps in with the mustard bottle, squeezes a thick stripe down Holly’s stomach, licks it up. The meat becomes a toy they cannot leave alone—Holly presses two dogs together, works them into Gabriella’s ass until they vanish knuckle-deep. Gabriella’s own hole grips and ejects the greasy links straight into Holly’s waiting mouth. Fingers soon join in; tongues follow, sliding into puckered rings already slick with meat juice and yellow sauce. By the time they slow down, bits of shredded beef cling to skin and bikini strings. Condiments drip from nipples, run in thin trails down thighs.