Lesbians Amy Ried and Brooke Belle Frolic On Their Bed

Amy Ried tried on dress after dress, letting the fabric slide off her shoulders, breasts catching the light each time. Brooke Belle sat on the edge of the bed and watched. The longer Amy turned in front of her, the tighter Brooke squeezed her own thighs together. When the last slip dropped to the floor, Brooke stood up. She shoved Amy against the wall, grabbed handfuls of heavy breast, and locked her mouth to Amy's nipple. Amy gasped, but her fingers were already pushing into Brooke's hair, holding her there. Brooke's hand slid between Amy's legs and found her slick. Two fingers pressed inside without warning. Amy's moan cracked open, hips grinding down. They tumbled to the sheets in a tangle of thighs and open mouths. Brooke bit lightly at the inside of Amy's breast, then lower, licking a slow stripe that ended exactly where Amy wanted. She sucked hard on her clit until Amy shook, the sound of her wetness loud in the quiet room. Amy flipped them, straddled Brooke's face, and rode her tongue with steady, greedy rolls of her hips. Sweat slicked their skin. Brooke reached up to pinch both nipples at once and Amy came hard, thighs shaking around Brooke's head, the tremor running straight down her spine. They barely paused. Brooke pulled Amy down again, breath hot against her ass, tongue lapping and teasing until Amy begged for more. The two of them stayed lost like that, wet mouths, trembling fingers, the constant wet sound of skin on skin until the sun outside started to fade.