Girls' love

Sinead worships between Regina Ice's spread thighs. Her tongue works with precision - twirling tight circles, then swirling broad and slow before flickering sharp against the swollen clit. Regina arches. Her breath catches, a flush rising across her chest. The feeling runs both ways. Regina's fingers slide down to find Sinead's cunt, already slick. She strokes her best friend with the same hunger, the same knowledge of what makes her shake. This is no simple favor. It runs deeper than friendship. They move together like they belong in each other's hands.