Just Like That

Gizelle peels the lace from her hips, eyes fixed on Chloe. Chloe answers by sliding her own bra straps down her shoulders until her breasts spill free. They linger on the sight of each other before their hands dip lower. Gizelle's fingers spread her own lips and slip inside; Chloe follows, pressing two fingers deep and rocking her hips against her palm. Breath turns ragged. Gizelle swings a thigh over Chloe's face and settles onto her mouth, grinding while Chloe's tongue works upward. Their moans fill the room as Gizelle rides the rhythm, clit sliding over Chloe's parted lips. Moments later she lifts away, turns, and lowers again so they can press cunt to cunt. They rock together, slick heat meeting slick heat, hips moving in tight circles until their thighs shake and their voices catch.