Top Wet Girls #09, Scene #02

Ally Style sways around the pole with a cigarette between her fingers, eyes locked on Szilvia Lauren seated below her. The older woman watches, legs parted, lips parted. They settle onto the soft loveseat, talk low, and a single suggestion gets them both moving again. They orbit the pole together, kissing, unfastening buckles and zippers. Shirts fall. Ally’s tits push forward, nipples stiff and pink. Szilvia leans in, closes her mouth around one, sucks it deep, teeth scraping just enough to make the younger girl arch. Clothing drops to ankles and feet; Ally sinks, tongue already out. She drags it through Szilvia’s slick folds and keeps going, licking past the cunt to the tight ring beyond it, tasting sweat and heat. Fingers replace tongues. Szilvia works two of her own fingers into Ally’s pussy while Ally sucks her clit. They switch, roll, shift; now it is Ally on her back, legs pulled high. Szilvia slides in closer, testing, pushing. First three fingers, then a fourth, stretch the girl’s asshole. Another slick hand joins—four fingers again—working in opposite twists, opening her wider. Ally’s breath catches; her rim loosens, flushes deep red, and begins to push outward in a glistening rose. Szilvia watches the prolapse bloom, holds the stretched rim open, then eases forward to tongue the exposed insides.