Allie Haze gets Lexi Belle's honey pot soaking wet

Allie Haze and Lexi Belle ignored the folding chairs. They tangled in the corner of the green room, fingers dragging fabric aside. Lexi dropped to her knees, buried her mouth between Allie’s thighs. Her tongue worked in quick circles, then slipped deeper. Allie’s hips jolted. She bit her own wrist to keep quiet, yet the sounds kept coming—wet, hungry, impossible to hide. Lexi pressed two fingers inside her, curled them, and sucked hard on her clit. Allie shuddered, knees buckling, legs spread wide. Juice ran down Lexi’s chin and still she didn’t stop. The climax tore through Allie sharp and sudden; her thighs clamped, then released, leaving her shaking, cunt glistening under the cheap fluorescent lights.