Alexis And Georgia Have Pussy Play Time

Alexis Capri lounged in a wisp of a bikini, brunette strands catching the sun, her natural breasts shifting with each breath while that rounded ass tested the elastic. Georgia Jones stretched beside her, golden hair gleaming, legs folded to show the endless stretch from heel to hip. Boredom shifted quick under the heat. Their eyes met. Fingers found damp fabric first, then bare skin, and the hesitation melted under touches that grew purposeful and slick. Alexis parted for Georgia's reach while Georgia arched when Alexis pressed deeper. The rhythm tightened between them—short thrusts answered by longer strokes—until hips bucked and wetness coated thighs, cum drawing out in sharp spasms that left both panting and glistening, no thought of stopping.