Girls Training Girls

Khloe Kapri and Melissa Stratton lie facing each other on the bed. Light skin and natural tits meet bronzed curves and a heavy chest; blonde and brunette hair tangle together as they lean in. Their mouths open, tongues meeting in a slow kiss that turns urgent, hands already cupping, pinching, claiming. Fingers slide lower. Melissa’s cunt is slick, lips parted, clit swollen under Khloe’s touch. Khloe’s own folds drip when Melissa’s thumb presses in. They grind against each other’s hands, wetness coating skin, every stroke audible. Bodies roll, thighs spread, each girl burying her face between the other’s legs. Tongues lap, suck, flick—harder, deeper—until both shake, moaning into drenched skin. They trade positions, mouths, and fingers, chasing another round of slick heat.