Lesbian Triangles #09

She stands naked in the doorway, blonde hair falling across her shoulders. The camera lingers on her smooth, shaved skin as she moves closer. Her small breasts rise and fall with each breath, nipples already tight. The brunette watches from the bed, her own body on display—modest tits, dark hair loose against the sheets. No words pass between them. The blonde kneels, spreads the brunette’s legs, and lowers her mouth. Her tongue works in slow circles, pressing and flicking against wet flesh. She slides two fingers inside and fucks her steadily, knuckles glistening. The brunette’s hips lift, meeting every thrust. The blonde’s free hand grips the brunette’s thigh, holding her open. Sweat beads along the brunette’s stomach. She comes with a sharp cry, thighs trembling around the blonde’s face. They stay locked like that for a moment, breathing hard, skin flushed and damp.