Klon-dyke Gold Rush

Rita’s hands make quick work of Jessi’s clothes. The blonde lies facedown, and Rita’s palms settle on her shoulders, already slick with oil. Each stroke travels lower: down the dip of her waist, over the tight swell of her glutes, along the backs of her thighs. Rita’s fingertips return, cupping the warm skin of Jessi’s cunt, parting the legs wider. She circles the clit, then sinks two fingers inside, working slowly, evenly. A vibrator hums to life next. Jessi reaches back, catches Rita’s mouth, and they kiss hard. Rita peels off her top and climbs onto the table. Jessi turns, spreads Rita open, and licks straight over her clit while the toy stays pressed to her own. Rita’s hips buck; she comes with a low cry, legs trembling. Jessi swings around, settles her soaked pussy over Rita’s tongue, and they grind together until Jessi finishes in Rita’s mouth, thighs tight around her face.