How Far Will You Go - Part 2

Two blondes tangled in silk sheets, limbs locked, skin glowing. One has her mouth sealed over the other’s cunt, tongue working in tight, lazy circles, wet sounds soft against the hush. Her fingers slip inside, two at first, then three, knuckle-deep, thumb brushing the swollen clit each time she pushes in. The other moans into her own fingers, hips lifting, riding the tongue like she owns it. Sweat gathers between her breasts. She pulls at the sheets. When she comes her thighs clamp tight around the other’s face, a sharp cry breaking loose, then another, louder, until the room feels thick with it. They don’t stop. They switch, mirroring each other, mouths wet, hands slick, fingering deep while licking slow. A strand of saliva stretches between lips and cunt before snapping as one pulls away to breathe. They laugh, low and filthy, then dive back in. No rush. Just hunger and the quiet slap of skin on skin.