Stop Staring - Part 4

Two pale blondes lock eyes and crash together. Open mouths. Wet tongues. One girl drags the other onto the couch, already pushing her dress up, knuckles scraping smooth thighs. The other reaches between parted knees, finds heat through slick cotton and presses hard. Fingers dip under lace and slide through wet folds. Both moan. They kiss harder. Each palm works deeper, curling, stroking, rubbing hard enough to make hips jerk. Fingertips sink knuckle-deep. Juices coat their hands and drip to the cushion. Lips never break. Breath mixes. They fuck their own hands with lazy, greedy rhythm, chasing slick heat, tongues still moving inside each other’s mouths while their pussies pulse around probing fingers.