Henessy Tastes Stella's Pussy

Stella Cox and Henessy slide together on silk sheets, breasts brushing, thighs opening in silent agreement. Each hand finds the other's cunt with practiced care. Fingers trace slick folds, then press inside, drawing soft gasps. They move like women who know exactly where touch lands deepest. One set of knuckles twist deeper while the other circles a swollen clit in lazy spirals. Wet heat coats their fingers; they trade the taste between kisses. Stella arches when Henessy curls two fingers forward and presses that velvet place, and the answering moan vibrates against Henessy's mouth. They stay locked like that, rocking, the rhythm quickening until every nerve sings.