Allie Haze : I Love Sex - Part 3

She curls her fingers deeper and the other girl arches, sheets twisting under them. Both of them damp with sweat and slick between the legs, breath coming short. The brunette with the heavier curves works two fingers at once, slow, then faster, the steady push of her hand making the mattress creak. The one lying back gasps, hips lifting to meet each thrust, clit swollen and glistening. They move like they’ve done this a hundred times, like they know exactly how deep and how hard to push until the room fills with the wet sound of it. One hand presses down on a trembling thigh, holding her open. The other reaches up, thumb brushing across a stiff nipple, pinching just hard enough to make her cry out. There’s nothing gentle in the way they fuck each other with their hands, but there’s care in the rhythm, in the way eyes lock and smiles flicker through the heat. They come like that, pressed close, fingers buried, bodies pulsing around each other’s touch.