Jenna Loves Kobe - Part 5

Two women—ash-blonde and jet-black hair—drape each other in the steam of a marble tub. She sets her wineglass on the ledge and lowers herself between the open thighs of the red-lipped woman already arched against the rim. Their nipples, barely submerged, graze with each shift. Slick fingers part the first wet folds. A tongue, slow and deliberate, traces the crease from clit down to the pale edge of her opening. Suck, swallow, low moan; the sound lifts from the water like heat. The woman on the rim keeps her palm at the back of her lover’s neck, hips rolling in small, stuttering rolls whenever the tongue pushes inside. The blonde lifts only to breathe, lips glistening, then drops again, nose nudging the tender hood, eyes fluttering closed. Bath water laps the curve of an ass; soap scent mixes with the warm, low metallic tang of two bodies working each other closer. Fingers thread into soaked hair, tighter, guiding pace, while the body beneath gasps, tits rising and falling with each broken breath.