Lick my pussy!

Two women sprawl across the hotel sheets in their bras and panties. Young, gorgeous, they take turns glancing at the camera propped against the headboard. Their mouths move against each other slowly at first. Warm breath, soft tongues, the occasional laugh. Then the pace changes. The shorter one yanks off her bra and pushes her bare breasts into her partner’s waiting hands, nipples already tight and pink. Skin meets skin. Thighs slide, hips grind. The taller woman leans in, kisses down that smooth stomach, leaves wet open-mouthed marks that turn red. Her fingers hook into the tiny waistband and the panties slide away, leaving her completely bare. She drops to her elbows, licks. Her tongue works in tight circles around the swelling clit while two fingers push inside at the same slow pace. Off-camera hands hold the other woman’s knees wide open. Juice glistens on the lens each time she bucks. The frame trembles from constant motion. Moans rise and overlap; the mic picks up slick sounds, slapping, a broken string of curses. One reaches for the vibrator on the nightstand, clicks it to life, rubs the buzzing head against swollen flesh while still thrusting her fingers. They roll. Camera angle jumps. The shorter one now straddles her girlfriend’s face, cunt slick and open. She rocks, grinding, reaching down to spread her folds so the lens sees every contact. The girl beneath lifts her chin, tongues deeper, saliva and arousal dripping down her cheeks. A hand reaches out, steadies the lens. The view suddenly tilts sideways as fingers take charge again, pumping hard, knuckles stretching that tight opening. Knuckles shine, pussy grips. They trade off using the toy between them, legs tangling, hips thrusting so fast that the frame blurs. At the end they lay tangled, one still kissing the other’s clit lightly between tiny aftershocks, their chests rising, bedroom filled with breathy laughter.