Sloppy, Scene #04

Misha Cross looks tiny and irresistible, dark hair tangled, straddling Sasha Heart on the sheets. She dips two fingers straight into Sasha’s unshaven cunt, curls them, pumps fast. The blonde’s thick pussy lips part with every thrust, wet squelches echoing. Sasha’s manicured hand is already buried between Misha’s spread legs, two careful fingers sliding in and out, thumb pressing the small clit. Spit runs. Misha leans in, parts her lips, feeds Sasha a slow rope of clear saliva. Sasha swallows greedily, then gives it back, tongues dripping strings that stretch between mouths. Their faces are slick, strands glisten on cheeks, down chins. Every breath lands warm, sticky, shared. Fingers never stop. Misha’s wrist works harder when she feels Sasha’s walls tighten, so Sasha returns the rhythm, thrusting deeper. Their moans melt into another wet kiss and more thick spit pools, dribbles down onto flushed tits. Bodies jerk, hips grind; they come together, gasping, hands still deep, glistening slick with each other’s spit and come.