Heavenly bodies

Celeste's ass is pure temptation, and Sandy cannot look away. The way those cheeks curve, round and firm, the fabric of her lingerie clinging to every inch—Sandy feels it like heat in her gut. Celeste bends slightly to adjust a strap and Sandy swallows, pulse jumping. Then Celeste turns. She sees the hunger in Sandy's eyes and gives her hips a little twitch, the silk shifting across smooth skin. Sandy reaches out, spreads both hands over those cheeks, squeezing, testing. The lingerie is barely there, a whisper of material between palm and flesh. Celeste leans back into the touch, inviting more. Their mouths find each other. Soft kisses deepen, tongues tangle. Celeste tugs Sandy's top higher, fingers playing over ribs and breasts while Sandy slides the delicate lace aside, cupping bare skin. Celeste gasps as Sandy's hand parts her. Fingers slip between, finding heat and wetness, rubbing slow circles over her clit until Celeste's knees shake. Sandy turns her around, bends her, kisses a line down her spine until she reaches that perfect ass. She bites, just a quick sting, then soothes it with her tongue. Celeste pushes back, spreading wider. Sandy licks lower, tongue flicking between those cheeks, pressing in, tasting her. Celeste moans, shameless, grinding against Sandy's mouth. Sandy stands again, pressing two fingers inside Celeste's pussy while her thumb works her clit. Celeste rocks into it, desperate, chasing the rhythm until her body locks, then shudders. She comes hard around Sandy's hand, legs trembling. When she spins and kisses Sandy again, it's wet and hungry, and she drops to her knees. Sandy's lingerie is stripped away, Celeste's mouth hot and open on her cunt, licking and sucking until Sandy's thighs clamp around her head and she cries out, hips jerking. The scent of sex hangs between them. They laugh, breathless, then go again.