Butt Face Two

Jada Stevens and Gracie Glam stand poolside, poured into red, white and blue swimsuits that barely contain them. Bright, fragrant, all-natural beauties, they eye each other like women used to taking what they want. Hands rise, fabric slips, and two slim one-pieces land on the tile with soft sounds. Jada sinks to her knees first, spreads Gracie’s cheeks, and runs a wet tongue around the tight, pretty hole winking in the sun. Gracie’s breath catches, then she spins, dropping to all fours, burying her face between Jada’s thighs to return the favor. They feast—slow laps, quick flicks, fingers sliding knuckle-deep, spit shining every crease. Before long, Gracie straddles Jada’s mouth; the two lock into a sixty-nine, tongues stroking and pushing, noses pressed to soft, trimmed fur. Hips roll. Thighs tremble. After they roll onto their sides, legs tangle, wet pussies and freshly licked asses sliding together with obscene, sticky sounds. Clits bump, holes kiss, breathing turns ragged. A low cry breaks from Gracie as the first orgasm snaps through her; Jada follows seconds later, cunt fluttering against her lover’s thigh. They slow but don’t stop tasting each other, lazy kisses pressed to flushed, satisfied skin. When their mouths finally part, both girls wear the lazy, glazed look of sweet lipstick dykes who’ve just emptied every forbidden urge they carried into the afternoon.