Dovefucking Till You Squirt

Zoey sprawls across the bed alone, eyes locked on the screen where one girl grinds her tits inside another. Her breath quickens. She wonders when Dillion will walk through the door. The key turns. Dillion slips inside and smiles at the sight—her girlfriend flushed, legs spread, porn still playing. Dillion joins her, shoulder to shoulder, watching until heat ripples between them. They kiss, hungry, clothes already half loose. Zoey shoves Dillion onto her back and lowers a breast over her mouth. Her nipple brushes Dillion’s lips; a tongue darts out, flicking, then teeth close softly, making Zoey’s lids flutter. Dillion rolls her over, hungry now too, licks a wet path down each of Zoey’s breasts, sucks the stiff peaks until Zoey moans. She strips them both bare, kneels between Zoey’s open thighs and mouths her clit, tongue working fast. Zoey’s fingers knot in Dillion’s hair, forcing her deeper. Wet sounds fill the room. Dillion lifts one heavy breast and drags the stiff nipple over Zoey’s slick clit. Zoey’s hips jerk; the first spurt catches Dillion across the cheek, then another, until her face glistens. Zoey laughs low, flips them, and returns the favor—rubs her tits against Dillion’s pussy until Dillion arches and sprays across Zoey’s chest and mouth. They tangle again, legs scissored, pussies sliding hot and messy, swapping slick heat until the sheets are soaked.