I Need A Hand

Cherry Kiss and Gina Gerson are tangled in a slow, hungry kiss. Their mouths stay open, tongues working, when Cherry pulls back and murmurs she needs more. Gina slides lower. They lie on their sides, heads between each other's thighs, lapping at slick, swollen cunts that glisten and drip. Cherry's small, natural breasts brush the sheets, nipples tight. Gina's tongue swirls around her clit, but Cherry still whines for something deeper. Gina pulls her mouth away, lips shiny, and brings her hand up. Two fingers push in first, then three. Cherry's back arches as Gina works her fourth finger past the tight ring, thumb tucked, until her whole hand disappears. The petite blonde gasps at the stretch. Gina rocks her fist in short, firm thrusts, opening Cherry wider with every stroke. Wet sounds fill the room. Cherry's own tongue never leaves Gina's slit; she keeps licking even as her body shakes. Gina twists her wrist, knuckles dragging soft walls, and Cherry comes hard around her hand, thighs quivering. Gina keeps pumping through the spasms until Cherry's climax pulls her over the edge too, both girls slick, panting, flushed. Cherry stays open and pulsing around Gina's wrist, a last tremor rolling through her as Gina finally eases her hand free.