Where the Boys Aren't #19 - Part 4

Two blondes tangle on silk sheets, mouths buried between soft thighs. One laps slow circles over swollen lips, tongue flicking the other’s clit until she gasps. The second arches her hips, pulls wet fingers free and drives them straight back in—quick, filthy strokes that make thighs quiver. Slick sounds echo with every plunge, mingled with sighs and low, greedy moans. A hand cups a perfect breast, thumb dragging across a tight nipple, while an impatient tongue keeps working lower—hungry, relentless, tasting every wet inch.