Lesbian Teens Are Always Horny! Scene 2

Ivi Rein and Elin Holm cannot keep their hands off each other. One look across the room and everything spins out of control. Their cunts grow slick and heavy before the first kiss even lands. The moment they act on it is quick, sharp, decisive. They push skirts up, pull lace aside, fingers slide through warm, glossy folds that have waited too long. Ivi lies back, thighs spread, and Elin lowers her mouth until her tongue meets swollen flesh, tracing slow wet circles that make the smaller girl buck and moan. They trade places, then tongues again, slick skin grinding against slick skin in a steady rhythm of hips and breath. Their friendship dissolves in the heat, replaced by something messier, deeper, more certain. Law has nothing to do with it. Only hunger does.