X Marks The Spot - Part 5

Their mouths meet first, wet and wanting. Tongues slide together while hands travel south with purpose. One slips fingers between parted thighs, finds her partner slick and ready, rubs the swollen clit in slow circles until the thighs begin to shake. She slips two fingers inside, pumps steadily, curling against the ridged spot that makes the other girl gasp and lift her hips for more. Tongue replaces hand. The first girl kneels between spread knees, licks long, flat strokes from entrance to clit, then sucks the swollen nub between her lips. She drives two fingers back inside, works mouth and hand together until the wet sounds fill the room and thighs clamp around her head. They switch. The second girl sits up, pushes her partner onto her back, climbs between her legs with her own cunt lowered to eager lips. They grind against each other, slick folds sliding, clit catching clit on each forward rock. When that rhythm becomes too sweet to bear, one reaches for the thick glass toy on the nightstand. The toy disappears inside the first girl in one slow push. She arches, moans, takes every inch. Her partner fucks her steadily, twisting the dildo on each thrust while her own cunt hovers just above. They scissor suddenly—legs locked, cunts pressed tight, rocking hard until the wet friction sends them both over, gasping and shaking through it.