Your best holiday

Angel Snow and Nelly Sullivan were supposed to be writing about their best holiday. Instead, they ended up tangled on the rug, mouths open, skirts hiked. Angel pulled Nelly's panties down to mid-thigh and licked straight into her cunt, slow and greedy. Nelly arched, fingers tight in Angel's hair, hips rocking against that hungry tongue. They forgot the essay, the deadline, the open door. When Tera Bond stepped in, the girls froze mid-lick, wet chins shining, legs spread. The only sound was the tick of the wall clock and the slick drip between Nelly's thighs.