My Big Fake Wedding - Part 4

Two bridesmaids stand in the marble bathroom, bridesmaid dresses hanging at their waists, heavy tits bare and flushed. One’s dark nipple tightens the instant her mouth closes over it; she bites softly, pulls the flesh into a peaked bud, works it with her teeth. The second woman arches into the feeling. Breasts press together, the giver pressing her whole mouth over the nipple, sucking it hard until it stretches. Saliva runs down the rounded underside while those delicate fingers slip between parted thighs and push the lace panties aside. A single fingertip circles the swollen clit, gathering wetness, then slides lower, pushing inside. The second bridesmaid gasps; her cunt grips the intrusion. She drops her own hand between her friend’s legs, pumps two fingers in and out, fucking her in the same slow rhythm she receives. Both women watch the motion in the wide mirror above the sinks. Wet sounds come with every slow thrust; the one biting nipples now twists the second woman’s nipple between her thumb and finger, rolling the tender flesh while her tongue flicks the peak. They tighten their hold on each other, knuckles gliding, breathing thick, bodies trembling as they work their pussies with precise, hungry strokes until both push down hard on the curling fingers inside them.