Cameron Canada Vs Chloe Foster

Cameron and Chloe eye each other like it's already decided. Then the fight starts. Mouths crash. Hands grab. Chloe’s shorts come down and Cameron drags them off with her teeth. Nothing between them now but skin and sweat. Chloe gets Cameron on her back and eats her like she plans to stay there, tongue sliding slow and wet, lips pulling when she sucks. Cameron moans and bucks but she twists fast, thighs clamping around Chloe’s head. The tables flip. Cameron fingers her deep, two fingers curled just right, thumb rubbing circles till Chloe’s slick is dripping down her wrist. Chloe fights back harder—she turns it, grinds her cunt against Cameron’s open mouth, rides her face till her hips shake and Cameron’s tongue gets coated. They trade like that—rubbing, licking, moaning loud, refusing to quit. Every time one nears the edge, the other pulls her back. Fingers, tongues, gasps. Sweat pools at their collars. Then Cameron pins Chloe’s wrists and grinds down hard, clit to clit, neither willing to let up until only one’s left shaking.