Kissing My Crush

Elena Koshka has April O'Neil pinned in her sights, hungry to taste the quiet college girl who's been driving her mad. April meets the heat. She needs pussy like breath, and right now it's Elena's she's aching to swallow. They collide, mouths open, tongues wrestling slow and deep. Every kiss feeds the fire. Sweat beads. Hips roll. April is first to drop, parting Elena's thighs with steady hands, tongue sliding through slick folds until Elena gasps and jerks, coming hard against her mouth. Then Elena returns the favor, lips locked to April's swollen clit, licking until April trembles and spills, legs shaking around her head. Back and forth they go, relentless. Tongues push deep, fingers grip hair, thighs quake as each orgasm crashes quicker than the last. The girls rock and moan, utterly lost in one another, never letting up until they're drenched, dizzy, and still throbbing from the last wave.