Lesbian Beauties #19 - All Black Beauties

Daya walked in expecting hands on her shoulders. Instead Anya Ivy dropped between her thighs and started licking. Daya didn’t argue—she simply widened her knees and let Anya’s tongue drive straight into her. Anya worked like she meant it. Each pass of her mouth pulled a fresh jolt from Daya’s spine. Daya seized, legs kicking against the edge of the table, her whole body jerking in time with the thrusts inside her. When the orgasm tore through, her hips bucked so hard the table shifted. Anya stayed right there, dragging the next one out of her just as fast. When the trembling eased, Daya pushed herself up, reached for Anya’s waist, and tugged. Anya smiled and climbed onto the table, planting her knees on either side of Daya’s head. Daya’s tongue found her immediately, slick and hot, tasting every inch while Anya rocked above her. The rhythm built, slowed, then snapped again. They traded places, traded mouths, traded moans, sliding over each other until the table creaked under the constant motion. Release followed release until neither of them had anything left to give. Legs shaky, they slid off, collected their things, and stepped back out into daylight.