Dove Fucking Compilation #02

A blonde sits back with her legs open while a brunette works her tongue over the swollen lips. Every flick draws a slow, wet sound that hangs in the room. The blonde pushes her hips forward and the brunette answers with a deeper stroke, letting her lips meet every fold. Later the blonde turns, spreading herself on her back so the brunette can slide in closer, cheeks pressed tight as she takes long, greedy pulls. They switch again: the brunette now on all fours, blonde kneeling behind, spreading the wet slit with two fingers before her mouth closes over it. The rhythm stays steady—slow when the moans build, faster when the hips start to buck. Skin stays smooth and bare, curves soft, every touch measured and certain.