Language of Love

Sonia and Brigitte waste no time. The Frenchman in Brigitte shows first. She pulls Sonia close, tilts her head, slips her tongue deep and shows her how the French kiss with every muscle in her mouth. Sonia answers with a shy, sweet grind that leaves both girls wet. She climbs on top, knees spread wide, and drags her thick, curly hair across Brigitte’s lips until they glisten. It is her first taste, yet she works her tongue in soft circles while her hips rock. Brigitte groans, fingers digging into Sonia’s plump ass cheeks. Soon they press cunt to cunt, hair meshing with hair, sliding, slipping, making slick, sticky sounds with every thrust. Sonia’s moans grow urgent. Brigitte flips her onto all fours, spreads her cheeks and drags her tongue over Sonia’s tight, wrinkled hole. Sonia pushes back, trembling. Each lick draws fresh honey from her. The climaxes come quick and close together, wet thighs twitching, voices breaking.