Hot Jam Donut

Ray and Tahlia sit on their balcony, sharing warm jam that drips over their fingers and lips. The sun feels good, but the stickiness soon pulls them inside. They stretch out across the white leather couch. Ray presses Tahlia back against the cushions and slips two fingers straight inside her. She moves them slowly at first, then faster, watching how Tahlia’s small breasts rise with each breath. Tahlia answers by spreading Ray open and sliding her tongue across her clit in short, firm strokes. Both women keep their hands busy. Ray curls her fingers until Tahlia’s hips jerk. Tahlia answers with steady circles of her tongue and a thumb brushing the base of Ray’s swollen lips. Their moans rise together, soft at first, then louder, carrying across the quiet room. They grind against each other’s hands, bodies slick and open, chasing the sharp edge that comes fast and hard.