After hours

Later that night, Carla Cox and White Angel kept the party alive between the sheets. Carla sank three fingers straight into the blonde’s tight slit and pumped until her knuckles glistened. Each thrust pulled a wet, sucking sound from White Angel’s cunt, and the sheets soaked through in dark patches beneath her. Carla twisted her wrist, buried herself to the web, and watched clear juice roll down her own wrist in thin, shining trails. White Angel gasped and rocked, muscles fluttering around the intrusion, greedy for more. She came hard, splattering the sheets again, thighs trembling, a soft curse catching in her throat while Carla kept stroking through every pulse.