All You Can Eat Buffet Of Pussy At The Pool

Sunny Leone stood by the sliding doors in a white bikini that barely contained her curves. When the three girls arrived, the brunette pulled them straight through the house to the pool deck. One look at what they wore—skimpy thongs, triangle tops stretched thin—made heat pool low in her belly. By the second drink, restraint vanished. Alexis went down first, kneeling between Georgia’s spread thighs, tongue dragging slow and wet along her folds. Kiara straddled Alexis’s back, hips grinding in time with her friend’s moans. Sunny watched them, nipples tight against the wet fabric, then stripped off her suit and sank onto Georgia’s mouth. She tasted sweat and chlorine and need. Tongues flicked, fingers sank deeper, slick skin slid together under the desert sun. For hours they traded positions and orgasms until every one of them lay spent, thighs trembling, pussy lips swollen and kissed raw.