Sophie Moone meets Blue Angel

Sophie and Blue Angel today wear nothing but leather straps cutting across their skin like gift ribbon. They circle each other. Blue sits back, thighs wide. Sophie drops between them. Her tongue is slow, almost lazy at first. Then she circles Blue’s clit with the tip, pulls the whole bud into her mouth, sucks hard enough to make Blue’s hips jump. Blue answers with two fingers slid into Sophie from behind, knuckle-deep, rocking her wrist while she leans in to return the favor. The leather creaks with every shift. They find the same rhythm without speaking: lick, suck, curl. Sophie’s moans arrive muffled against wet folds, Blue’s breath hisses out between clenched teeth. Their free hands clutch ass, hold necks, pull harder. Sweat gathers where the straps bite. Their thighs shake. One orgasm crests, then the next, bodies lifting off the sheets like struck strings.