The Chauffeur's Daughter - Part 7

Two women locked in the dressing room, skin slick with sweat. One spreads the other across the narrow bench, legs wide. Her tongue moves slow and deliberate, catching the swollen clit each time she drags upward. The receiving woman trembles, hands gripping the woman’s hair, pushing her closer. Wet sounds fill the small space—steady, hungry—while thick thighs quiver. The one licking moans against her, lips shiny, chin soaked. Each stroke grows bolder until the other arches hard, breathless, pressing her dripping heat into that greedy mouth.