Xmas spirit

Sandy and Courtney wear red Santa hats and nothing else worth keeping on. They kiss with slow hunger, mouths open, tongues sliding over teeth. Courtney's tits spill forward against Sandy's mouth. Sandy takes one nipple, sucks it sharp, then the next, biting down just enough to make Courtney's back arch. Courtney slides lower, drags her tongue between Sandy's folds, finds the wet bud and presses. Sandy gasps once, grabs Courtney's ass and pulls her closer, grinding against that eager tongue. Then they switch. Sandy flips Courtney onto her back, spreads her thighs and eats like she's been starving for it. Slick sounds fill the studio. Skin slaps softly against skin. Fingers go in deep, first one, then two, twisting as they fuck and suck in rhythm. Every move is loud with want, every sound soaked. Christmas lights blink stupidly over the two bodies writhing on the red rug.