Off The Hook - Part 3

Sunrise Adams smoothed her palms over Hillary's bare curves. A splinter lodged in that soft, plump flesh near the crease of her ass. Sunrise leaned in and worked it free with two fingers, the point catching for a second before it slipped out. The tug of it made Hillary gasp. Then Sunrise settled back, parted Hillary’s legs wider, and began rubbing the slick, swollen clit in lazy circles. Hillary moaned, rolling her hips into the touch. When Sunrise’s mouth finally lowered between Hillary’s thighs, the first slow lick met wet heat and made her shiver. Hillary turned on her side, spread Sunshine’s folds with two fingers and sucked on her clit in return, tongue flicking in time with Sunrise’s own strokes. They stayed tangled that way—mouths and fingers and breathless sound—until Sunrise slid a curved glass toy into Hillary’s cunt. The weight of it dragged along her inner wall each time it pumped in and out, slick and steady, forcing a long, low whimper from Hillary. She answered by easing two fingers into Sunrise and fucking her in the same measured rhythm, the shared pulse of their hips almost perfectly matched, the room filled with the wet sound of every thrust.