All girls party - part 2.

Sandy, Peaches and Wivien burned for each other. Peaches ached between her thighs, slick and swollen. She wanted fingers, lips, tongue - and every pass of each girl's mouth made her hungrier. Heat hung over the garden. They spread across the marble table beside the pool, legs open, hands greedy, tasting one another with wet, slow hunger. Breasts pressed to bellies, tongues flicked over clits, fingers slid inside and stretched. Sandy buried her face between Peaches' thighs while Wivien straddled her mouth, grinding down in lazy circles. The sun caught the shine of spit and wetness on their skin. Laughter mixed with sharp little moans. Each girl licked until the others trembled, then kept licking through the tremor, sucking harder, grinding longer, chasing another quake of pleasure. Nothing mattered but the way their bodies met, raw and slick, over and over.