Around the clock

Aika and Paula would fuck until their legs gave out. From the moment they wake up they're already touching each other, hands between thighs before the coffee even cools. They live with their faces buried between open legs, tongues working in steady, wet strokes until they taste the first sharp pulse against their mouths. Cum runs down their chins and they lick it back up. One taste of each other is enough to soak through their panties; just thinking about the other's cunt makes them throb and drip. The hunger never switches off. It only waits for the next time they can strip down, spread wide, and come again.