Let's have a toast

They raise their glasses to a secret date that nobody celebrates but them. One sip turns into two, and then Marsha’s dress slides off her shoulders. Nesty’s hands roam over the red curls between her legs, stroking until Marsha’s hips start to roll. When Marsha’s breathing turns ragged, Nesty lies back and pulls her closer. Marsha settles over Nesty’s mouth, thighs trembling, grinding softly while Nesty’s tongue parts her wet folds. She tastes every slick inch, sucking and licking until Marsha’s head tips back and a low moan breaks free. The younger blonde stays right where she is, giving Marsha all the pleasure she needs tonight.