Make Her Pussy Rain

Two golden-haired girls hatched a sunlit plan that gray skies ruined. Bella opened her laptop instead. Katie disappeared into the bedroom and the footage waiting on the screen froze her mid-step—two women devouring each other. When Bella joined her, neither looked away. Katie spread her legs on the bed and Bella’s tongue found her first, circling the tight slit until the folds glistened and the clit stood raw. Bella did not slow, not even when Katie’s thighs began to shake. The climax tore through Katie, sharp and wet. Breathing hard, she pushed Bella onto her back and traced the soft ring between her cheeks with the tip of her tongue, flicking, pressing. Bella’s fingers clutched the sheets. Outside, rain drummed against the window; inside, two mouths kept time with the storm. A movie could wait.