Avy Scott Vs Diana Doll With Knuckles Deep

Courtney watches, still in her blouse and skirt, as Avy and Diana take their time. Avy drags her fingertips down Diana’s breast, pauses just above the nipple, then circles. Diana arches and pulls her friend closer until their hips fit. Heat rises off their skin. Avy licks once, slow, along the edge of Diana’s collarbone, then drops to suck. Diana’s thighs flex; a low sound escapes her throat. Diana slides two fingers between Avy’s slick lips, parts them, presses just inside and stops. Avy exhales sharply, rocks forward for more. Wet heat spreads under their touch. They roll together on the sheets, blond hair tangling, knees hooking ankles. Every shift makes their swollen cunts brush—soft friction, then deliberate grind. Diana straddles Avy’s thigh and rides. Avy reaches up, tugs Diana’s nipples, twists lightly. Diana’s mouth falls open; her hips stutter, then rush. Avy answers with quick, shallow thrusts against Diana’s offered palm. The rhythm breaks into jerking spasms, both of them choking on breath as the first wave slams through. They keep moving, chasing the next rush, slickness coating fingers and thighs. Courtney sees Avy’s belly tighten, Diana’s back arch until her spine nearly bows. The second climax catches them both at once, deeper, louder, lasting until their limbs go lax and the room falls quiet except for the unsteady drag of breath.