Jenna Loves Kobe - Part 1

They sit naked on the couch with legs spread wide. One drops between the other's thighs and presses her tongue flat against the wet slit. Slow, lazy licks at first. Then she finds the swollen clit and stays there, sucking it into her mouth while two fingers slide inside. The other woman's head falls back. Her hips rock up to meet every stroke. A low moan slips out when the fingers curl and press just right. She doesn't wait long before they switch. The second woman lies down and pulls her partner on top of her. Faces bury between thighs. Tongues move fast now, almost frantic. One comes first with a sharp cry and trembling legs, then returns the favor until the other follows, fingers gripping the couch cushions. Afterward they laugh, still breathless. One fetches the strap-on from the drawer. The harness cinches tight around her hips. Thick silicone juts forward, already slick with lube. She lines up behind the other woman, who stays bent over the couch arm, and pushes in slow. The first thrust knocks a soft gasp out of her. The second draws a curse. Soon she's fucking hard, steady, skin slapping against skin, the fake cock disappearing again and again between glistening folds until the receiver shakes and comes with the whole couch creaking beneath them.