Cassidey and Devon prove lesbians have more fun

They slid off the lounge chairs sticky with sweat, skin flushed from the heat. Inside, Cassidey guided Devon onto the couch, knees sliding apart. She kissed the inside of Devon's thigh, then lowered her own hips over her mouth. Devon pulled her closer, tongue meeting slick skin in one slow stroke. 69 had a way of turning every sound into encouragement. Cassidey stayed there, tasting her while Devon's fingers curled inside her. The pressure was steady, then quicker, matching the rhythm of her tongue. Cassidey pushed two fingers deeper into Devon, knuckle-deep, and felt the muscles tighten around them. The wet sound of it filled the quiet room. She didn't stop. Neither did Devon. They stayed locked together until neither could think about anything else.