Capri & Georgia Outside Fun

On a white couch beneath late sunlight, Capri Anderson leans in to unhook Georgia Jones’s lace bra. The straps slip free. Georgia’s nipples rise. Capri brushes her knuckles over each one, watches them stiffen, then leans down and sucks. Georgia’s breath hitches, fingers already tugging at Capri’s thong. It comes off in one pull. Georgia spreads her knees and lowers her mouth; the first long lick ends with a flick across the clit. Capri arches, holds Georgia’s head, and rocks against her tongue. Then she pushes Georgia back onto the cushions, tugs the last scrap of lace aside, and buries her face between those smooth lips. Her tongue parts them, laps deeper, pulls the swollen clit between her lips and sucks until Georgia’s hips lift off the couch and the afternoon air fills with soft, broken sounds.