Twins Do Vegas - Part 3

She pins the brunette down with a wicked smile, those full breasts brushing against soft skin as her hand slides lower. Two fingers slip inside, the other hand guiding her mouth to a flushed slit already wet and aching. Her tongue circles slow, then deeper—tasting every shiver she draws out. The smaller woman arches, gasps, claws at the sheets until her own need becomes too sharp. She flips them both with surprising strength, now straddling the blonde’s face while burying her mouth between those heavy breasts and the thighs beneath. They find each other at once, hips rolling in rhythm, moans muffled and urgent, heat building until the bed creaks under sweat-slick bodies and hungry mouths.