Public Pussy Eating With Brett Rossi & Abby Cross

Brett Rossi and Abby Cross lean into each other on the balcony, mouths already wet. Sun bounces off their tanned skin and the short silk slips they never bothered to keep on. Brett drops to her knees first, grabs Abby by the thighs and buries her face between them. No teasing, just hunger. Her tongue flattens against Abby’s clit in long, firm strokes that make Abby’s knees buckle. Abby reaches down and spreads her own lips wider so Brett can get deeper, moaning loud enough that the couple on the next rooftop turns to watch. Brett slips two fingers inside and curls them upward, lips sealed around the swollen bud, sucking like she’s starving. Abby’s breath stutters. She rocks her hips against Brett’s face, silk pooling at her ankles, heels clicking on stone. Her hand stays tangled in Brett’s blond hair, holding her exactly where she needs her. Brett keeps working her—tongue relentless, fingers never slowing—until Abby’s whole body tightens, thighs shaking around Brett’s cheeks. The orgasm hits hard and loud, Abby crying out, body jerking, pussy pulsing against Brett’s mouth. Brett drinks her down, smiling against the slick mess, still licking until Abby laughs and pushes her head away, legs trembling. They kiss right after, tasting each other, not bothering to cover up while the wind moves over their bare skin.