Evil Pink 1

Belladonna and Cytherea stretch out on warm grass beneath open sky. Their mouths meet, tongues sliding slow and wet. Bella's hands bunch up the white dress until Cytherea's bare ass catches the breeze, then her tongue pushes straight into the girl's tight little ring. They trade places without hurry—Cytherea turning Bella over, spreading her, licking long slow strokes across her slick folds. One polished toy, then another, slides between parted thighs, filling both cunts with steady rhythm while fingers and mouths stay busy. Cries pitch higher. Thighs tremble. Sweat shines on bellies. They come once, break only to catch breath, then keep on until the second rush leaves them trembling and gasping against each other.