Sex Asylum 2 - Part 2

Two women kissed in the grass behind the garden wall. Sun-warmed, half-dressed, they chased each other's mouths until hips bucked forward and fingers slipped beneath underwear. One yanked the other's shorts aside and pressed her face between soft thighs, tongue flicking quick over slick skin. A low moan drifted into the air as her fingers dug into spread cheeks, holding the other open while she lapped deeper. The woman on her back arched, shorts twisted around one ankle, knees trembling with each wet stroke. She reached down and parted herself further so nothing stayed hidden, and her lover answered by sliding two fingers inside, then three, curling them while her tongue circled the swollen clit. Juice ran down the cleft of her ass onto the picnic blanket. When she started to shake, the woman eating her switched to longer, firmer strokes, pulling back only to spit on the flushed flesh before diving back in. The girl getting fucked started bucking against the tongue and the fingers both, head tossing, nipples tight against the thin tank top still pushed up under her chin. They kept going until the first orgasm rolled through, then the second woman climbed on top, straddling her face and riding the waiting mouth while her own fingers toyed at the soaking slit below her. They didn't stop until the sun dipped behind the fence and they were both glistening, soaked, and spent on the grass.