Fun With Tory Lane

Teal and Tory couldn’t hold back once the oils started pouring. Their hands were sliding everywhere, slick and loud, while the inflatable mattress groaned under them. Oil dripped off Teal’s nipples and ran down Tory’s stomach, catching in the trimmed strip of hair above her cunt. Every thrust of their hips made their slick bodies slap together, tits sliding, thighs spreading wider. Teal ground down harder, and the sound of wet skin on wet skin filled the room. Tory reached between her legs, fingers working fast over her clit, and Teal followed, pressing two fingers deep inside, pumping in time with the rock of her hips. Their mouths met, hungry, oil-smeared, breath hot as they both chased it—harder, faster—until their bodies shook, breath catching, coming against each other in heavy, pulsing waves.