Insatiable Cheater

Kenzie Taylor kept the camera steady while her girlfriend talked through the screen, still glowing from the orgasm they’d shared barely an hour earlier. Behind the laptop, Bunny Madison knelt between Kenzie’s spread legs, tongue dragging slow, wet strokes over Kenzie’s still-swollen clit. Every breath Kenzie took slipped thicker. She answered questions, nodding, but the muscles in her thighs tightened each time Bunny flicked and sucked with that greedy mouth. The call cut. Kenzie slammed the laptop shut and grabbed a fistful of Bunny’s hair. "You filthy little thing," she breathed, hauling her up. Bunny’s smile flashed wicked before Kenzie’s mouth crushed it, teeth and tongues colliding. The second they hit the mattress, clothes came off in frantic peels. Legs locked, cunts pressed flush, and they ground hard, slick and heated, chasing the risk that still pulsed under their skin. Kenzie rolled Bunny beneath her, pinning wrists, hips snapping in rough circles. Bunny moaned loud now that she could, the sound swallowed when Kenzie dipped to bite her nipple and push two fingers deep. The room filled with wet sounds and the wet slap of skin. No calls. No hiding. Just two women driving each other past every edge they could find.