Cipriana and Cherry on a quickie vacation

Cipriana and Cherry bailed on the real world for a few days of sun. Neither of them could handle another night apart, so the plane barely touched the runway before their hands found every inch they’d been missing—Cherry’s round cheeks, Cipriana’s firm little breasts, slick heat blooming between both pairs of thighs. They skipped the resort dinner entirely. By the time room service knocked, the sheets were already damp, legs tangled, mouths greedy, and the two of them were far too occupied to answer the door.