Licking Lily

Braylin Bailey and Lily Larimar lock eyes before they even touch. Braylin’s blonde hair falls across her small tits, while Lily’s brown waves brush against her own. They move close, skin warm. Lily’s tongue slides down Braylin’s chest, slow, tasting every inch. Braylin breathes harder when Lily reaches her nipples, circling each one with soft, wet strokes. She arches her back, hips shifting, and Lily takes the cue, sliding lower. Her mouth parts Braylin open, tongue pressing inside with steady rhythm. Braylin grips the sheets, moans catching in her throat. Lily doesn’t stop. She works deeper, lips firm, pulling every sound from Braylin until her thighs shake and the room fills with their heat.