Wet cunts

Mia arches back on the couch, blonde hair sticking to her sweat. She waits for the pulse. Tea slides her cotton panties aside and lets the first warm stream run. It soaks through the fabric fast, darkening it against her skin. The cotton clings, dripping. Mia bites her lip, spreads her knees wider so the wetness touches her too. Now bare, they take turns. Tea lies still, legs wide, and Mia traces her tongue over slick folds already coated in salt and heat. No cleaning first, no hesitation. The taste is bitter, sharp. Tea moans, bucking once, pushing herself harder against Mia’s mouth. Their heavy tits press together when they swap places, Mia’s pussy still glossy from the earlier rush. Tea’s tongue works slow at first, then firmer, diving into each crease, flicking upward until Mia’s thighs start to tremble. Every mouthful mixes pee with the thicker, sweeter slick now flowing. They swallow. They keep going.