Real Teen Jack Off - Part 3

They lie side by side, soft bellies breathing in the same rhythm. One reaches down, finds the wet heat between her girlfriend’s thighs, and slides two fingers over slick skin. The other slips lower, tracing small circles that open into wide, unhurried strokes. Their mouths meet again, open and slow, trading saliva and quiet laughter, then open farther. A tongue pushes deep inside the other’s cunt, licks up the salt-sweet slick, then slips back out. Fingers follow—thicker, deeper, two at a time, then three—curling so the knuckles press just behind the swollen clit. The girl being fucked groans, lifts her hips, sucks hard on the offered tongue. They trade places with no pattern: a mouth here, a finger there, a wet slip of tongue drawing lazy figures inside each other while hands keep stroking, keep fucking. One of them comes first, gasping into skin, thighs clamped hard around a wrist; the other follows seconds later, body giving one deep shudder and then trembling all the way down. They stay joined, still kissing the places their tongues have just been, until the shaking finally slows.