Stuck Fuck

Olive's pinned. Ass up. Skirt hitched. Cheeks bare under the frame. Billie halts. Eyes locked on the soft split between them. She lingers, breathing slower, then reaches anyway. Hands steady, but palms hot. Together they rise. Tiny hems ride higher. Cunts press. Wet folds meet. Hips roll. Skin drags skin, tight and hot. Slick and steady. Each thrust finds a sweeter angle. Moans hit low, fast. Bodies grind. The rhythm thickens. Until they lock, pulsing hard, shaking through it together.