Pussy For Breakfast

Angel Smalls and Lauren Phillips have the house to themselves for the weekend. Over breakfast, Angel asks what they should do with their day. Lauren answers by running her tongue slowly over her spoon, lips glistening. She suggests something relaxing, nothing more. Then her bare foot slides up Angel’s calf beneath the table. Angel feels heat pool low and tight between her legs. Lauren drops to her knees on the cool kitchen tile. She parts Angel’s thighs and uses the curved back of the spoon to spread her open, then dips in to taste. The metal clinks softly each time she licks around it, the sweetness of Angel coating her tongue. Angel gasps, fingers gripping the edge of the chair. They move to the bedroom. Skin meets skin. Lauren grinds her slick cunt down against Angel’s, hips rolling, clits catching with every slow thrust. Their breath mixes, bodies slick, thighs trembling. Lauren reaches for the strapless dildo kept in the nightstand, pushes it deep into herself, then works the other end into Angel. The toy stretches them both. They fuck hard, short cries escaping, sheets twisting beneath them until the rhythm breaks into sharp, wet pulses.