Gushing Lesbians 2

Lisey Sweet backs into the frame, cheeks heavy and warm. Tiffany Watson presses her open mouth to Lisey’s ass, tongue circling tight, wet, and demanding. Her fingers slip lower, crook inside Lisey’s slick cunt, pressing until the thighs tremble. Lisey moans through her teeth. A sharp gush follows—first warm, then sudden, spraying across Tiffany’s lips and chin. She drinks it in, hands stroking thick flesh like it belongs to her. Tiffany climbs higher. Straddles. The skins touch, swollen, glistening. Their pussies grind, slippery and urgent. Lisey’s hips roll slower, deeper, while Tiffany pushes harder, chasing her own pleasure with quick rolls of muscle. Every thrust slaps wetness louder, louder. Tiffany grips the sheets. She arches. The next wave breaks from Lisey’s clit, long, forceful, ropes of squirt catching the flat of Tiffany’s belly, dripping down her ribs. Tiffany grins, collects it with both palms, then rubs the warmth back onto Lisey’s twitching folds like lotion. They separate just enough. Tiffany returns to the prize, tongue buried between wet cheeks, lapping at every ring and crease. Lisey’s ass quivers, opens for her. Another spray catches the air, catches Tiffany’s lashes, runs down her throat. She laughs into the shiver, face shiny and raw. Tiffany licks her mouth, climbs back, and grinds slower. Creamy trails connect their thighs. Bodies lean together, breath catching, hands locked on hips, neither letting the other slip free.