Wet moments

Jenny and Gina hit the bath without a single secret between them. One begins by squeezing soap across her lover’s tits, fingers gliding in long, soapy strokes until the nipples bloom hard under her palms. Warm water laps at their waists as they shift, knees splitting wider on the slick tiles. A hand slips down, finds the other’s cunt already swollen and slippery, parts the folds and slides two fingers deep. The owner of those fingers grinds her palm against the clit with each thrust, while her mouth fastens on a wet tit, teeth scraping lightly before sucking harder. They trade places without a word. Now Gina is the one turned over the tub’s rim, back arched, offering her ass. Jenny leans in, spreads those cheeks, and presses her tongue flat against the tight ring, circling, wetting, pressing until Gina whimpers and pushes back for more. The tongue moves lower next—seeking the dripping cunt, licking wide, slow stripes that finish with a teasing flick at the swollen clit. Each breath comes hotter. Water sloshes over the edge as fingers replace tongue, plunging in earnest, knuckles brushing where walls flutter. Moans echo against porcelain while soap-lathered hands clutch thighs, guide hips, demand a faster rhythm. Pleasure peaks in shudders that leave them half-submerged, bodies trembling, slick with heat, sweat, and bathwater clinging to flushed skin.