Lesbian pissing

Peaches and Blue Angel came back early from the park. They needed more. Their mouths found firm nipples first—lips closing, tongues working, pulling soft groans from each other. Then tongues sank lower. They spread and tasted, wet heat meeting wet heat until their legs shook. The dildos came out next. They drove them in deep, hips snapping, taking every inch until the room filled with the sound of slick flesh. To finish, they stood close and let go, golden streams splashing across skin, soaking each other until nothing felt untouched.