Allie Haze's Been Blackmaled - Part 2

Two women on silk sheets, dark and fair. Lips slide together slow, tongues tangling, breath warm between mouths. One hand disappears under lace and finds the other already slick. Fingers trace soft circles around swollen clits, teasing, pressing just enough. She arches, breath catching as the rhythm builds—urgent, deliberate. The first woman lowers herself, mouth following her hand. She spreads lips with careful thumbs, breathing heat against the bare center before her tongue tastes. The strokes start wide, then sharpen. She sucks lightly, letting the tip of her tongue work tighter. The woman on her back fists the sheet, thighs trembling, sounds spilling free. They switch. Hair brushes across belly as the other climbs between open legs. One tongue fucks shallow while fingers fill from below. They move together—mouth, cunt, fingers—until her breath breaks into little cries. She comes hard, hips pushing up, wet on the chin below. Her thighs clamp and release. Moans fill the quiet air, soft and repeated, until she lies still, skin flushed, breathing ragged through parted lips.