Blonde on Blonde

Aiden Ashley and Ivy Wolfe move like they’ve done this before. Blonde on blonde. They stretch out, skin against skin, letting their fingers map the places that make each other shiver. It doesn’t take long. One moment they’re teasing soft skin and small breasts, the next Ivy’s legs are spread wide and Aiden’s hand is buried between them. Fingers slide in deep, slow at first, then quicker, wetter. Ivy gasps and bucks, her bald pussy slick and open. She comes hard, then again, back arching off the sheets. They switch without a word. Now Aiden’s on her back, legs shaking while Ivy works her over—two fingers pumping, thumb on her clit, until she breaks too, loud and sudden. They keep going, trading places, trading orgasms, lost in the rhythm of it.