Top Wet Girls #11, Scene #05

Two women hang from the ceiling by thick collars, legs shaking, unable to touch the floor. Zorah is small and blonde, Alissa full-hipped and raven-haired, their bodies poured into wisps of lace. Need makes them careless. Fingers slide between trembling thighs, slick sounds rising as they work themselves closer. They keep reaching for each other, rolling nipples between fingertips, mouths parting for slow, wet kisses. Alissa leans back, breath rough, while her fishnet foot nudges Zorah open. Zorah bows low, takes the toes between her lips, sucks like she’s hungry for every inch. Later the pace turns filthier. Big silicone shafts press past tight rings until both girls gape, pink and glistening. Tongues follow, licking deep into each stretched hole, chasing the last flutter of orgasm.