Lesbian Superstars 2

Freya Parker bites her lower lip as Hazel Moore's tongue slides over her nipple, making it tighten instantly. They press close on the rumpled sheets, skin hot and slick with sweat. Hazel slips two fingers inside Freya's tight cunt and curls them forward, slow and deliberate. Freya's breath breaks. She grabs Hazel's ass, drags her thigh over her own and starts rocking, clit grinding against warm muscle. Hazel answers with a quick thrust of her fingers, knuckles brushing where Freya needs it most. Freya throws her head back, throat exposed, hips chasing the rhythm. Hazel catches the rhythm and works her faster, mouth open against Freya's neck, both of them panting. Then she shifts down, parts Freya's folds with her tongue and licks her open in long, greedy strokes. Freya curses low, pushes her heel into Hazel's back, begs without words. Hazel doesn't stop. She stays with the exact pressure Freya wants, finds the sweet flick of her tongue that makes Freya's thighs shake. When the first orgasm hits, Freya cries out, fingers twisting into the sheet. Hazel drinks it in, fingers still buried deep, pulling soft aftershocks until Freya's legs fall open again. They switch without talking. Now it's Hazel's turn, face pressed into a pillow, ass up, Freya's mouth between her legs. Freya holds Hazel open with both thumbs and eats her slow, teasing her clit with quick strokes, stopping just short each time. Hazel whimpers, pushes back, silently demanding more. Freya finally slides two wet fingers into her cunt and fucks her at the same pace she's licking, building until Hazel’s voice cracks. Hazel comes hard, the muscles inside rippling around Freya's knuckles. Freya keeps licking through it, tasting every twitch. When it's over they stay tangled together, breathing heavy, skin stuck where sweat meets sweat, legs overlapped, cunt lips still swollen and flushed from friction and heat.