Aletta and Juliette Bardot Sixty-Nine In Style

Aletta pins Juliette to the sheets. Their mouths find each other fast, tongues twisting, spit shining on lower lips before she drags that wetness down Juliette's throat. She sucks each nipple until they stand dark and hard, then bites. Juliette moans. Her thighs fall open. Aletta slides two fingers straight in—wet, tight, pulsing—and starts working her in a steady pump while her tongue circles the swollen clit above them. Juliette arches, grabs Aletta's hair, grinds against her mouth. Aletta lets her ride until the first tremor hits, then flips her onto her stomach. Knees up, ass spread, she eats Juliette from behind, licking her asshole in slow circles while her fingers never leave that soaked cunt. Juliette reaches back, spreads herself wider. Aletta pushes three fingers in, curls them hard against the front wall until Juliette shakes. Fluid coats Aletta's wrist. She leans over, bites the meat of Juliette's ass, then rolls onto her back. Juliette climbs on. They scissor, clits grinding, slick and swollen. Aletta grips Juliette's thigh, pulls her down harder. Their rhythm gets messy. Hips slap. Skin slaps. Wet sounds fill the room. Juliette comes first, a sharp cry breaking from her throat. Aletta follows, biting her own lip, cunt clenching around nothing as she rides the friction until she's shaking too.