The Bachelorette Gets Wet

Abella Danger and Adriana Chechik sat close on the sofa, whispering about the wedding. Adriana leaned in with a grin, saying she'd arranged something special for the bride. She opened the door and Luna Star stepped inside, slipping her dress straight up over her hips to bare the black lace underneath. Luna dropped to her knees between Abella's spread thighs first. She tugged the thin panties aside and worked two fingers deep while her tongue flicked over the swollen clit. Abella's hips jerked; her breath caught each time Luna sucked. Adriana watched from behind, knuckles moving fast over her own slick folds. Soon Adriana replaced Luna's hand. She pushed three fingers into Abella's tight heat and curled them hard until the wet sounds turned into frantic splashes. Abella came with a hoarse cry, thighs shaking, juices soaking Adriana's wrist. They switched places. Adriana lay back, legs wide, while Abella buried her mouth between those smooth lips. She licked long and slow, then sealed her lips over the clit and sucked until Adriana's legs kicked and a sharp jet of squirt hit her chin. Luna climbed onto the coffee table and spread herself open. Abella and Adriana took turns thrusting fingers in, three at a time, twisting and rubbing until Luna arched, thighs quivering, a gush of clear fluid arcing across the glass. The girls traded places again, rubbing, tugging, each slick hand sliding between another pair of soaked folds, until every one of them trembled through another dripping orgasm.