Girlfriends

Two women tangle up, different heights, nothing soft about the way they take each other. Beate, legs long, parts Doris open with her fingers and licks clean around the rim of her ass, tongue sliding low where it matters most. Doris rocks back, greedy, fucking herself on Beate’s mouth, breathing sharp, hips rolling. When Beate pulls the bright red dildo from its case, the head nudges, sinks, stretches Doris wide, and Beate thrusts until that tight ass rises and falls like a single wave—wet, deliberate, relentless. Their bodies slap, noises raw, every stroke answered by another sharp, wet sound. It stays that way until both of them shudder through it.