Breanne & Sunny Lesbian Couch

Breanne and Sunny sprawl across the couch, bodies already aching with need. Breanne’s fingers trace the curve of Sunny’s breast, then dip lower, circling her nipple until it tightens under her touch. Sunny responds instantly, sliding her hand between Breanne’s thighs and parting her with two fingers. Wetness coats them before she even pushes inside. They twist together, mouths meeting, tongues sliding deep. Breanne breaks the kiss and shifts down the cushions, spreading Sunny open. She licks once, slowly, then seals her lips around Sunny’s clit and sucks with steady pressure. Sunny’s back arches, a sharp gasp spilling out. She grabs Breanne’s hips, pulling her over until Breanne’s pussy hovers above her mouth. Sunny drags her tongue through slick folds, tasting her greedily while Breanne moans against her clit. Their hips roll in rhythm, each chasing the other’s tongue. Breanne pushes two fingers into Sunny and curls them hard, stroking that swollen spot until Sunny’s thighs shake. Sunny answers by flicking Breanne’s clit in quick, precise strokes, then sucking it between her lips. The couch creaks beneath them as they grind harder, wetness slicking their chins and thighs. Their cries build, ragged and desperate, until Sunny comes first, shuddering around Breanne’s fingers, hips jerking against her face. Breanne follows seconds later, thighs clamping around Sunny’s head, wetness flooding her tongue. They stay locked together, breathing hard, bodies still twitching with aftershocks.