Youth - part 2.

These three girls made their own afternoon shine. Hope stretched first, hips tilted, her cunt flushed pink and ready. Esmerelda dropped beside her and spread Madison’s thighs. Nothing gentle about it—she sucked the swollen clit, tongue curling wet and precise. Madison’s hips kicked, breath gone sharp, while Hope pushed two fingers inside her, knuckles gliding through tight heat. Juices slicked their fingers, running down Madison’s ass. They traded places, mouths to pussies, lazy moans replaced by short gasps each time a tongue flicked harder. Esmerelda ground her own slick folds against Madison’s thigh, riding until her thighs shook. The afternoon smelled like skin and salt and girl-cum. No one came up for air until they were trembling and spent on the tangled sheets.