Nineteen-y-o ass-licker

She peels open and tastes slow, deliberate circles that make legs open wider. Barbie’s tongue flicks Margarette’s clit like she’s already memorized the map, wet clicks filling the quiet room. The older woman lifts one stilettoed foot, hooking the heel behind the girl’s neck and pulling her deeper. Margarette moans, hips rolling, then she spins the girl onto her back and drops between those slender thighs like she’s been hungry for this all night. Two glistening tongues work, one after the other. Slick fingers sink in to the knuckle, twist, drag slowly out. Barbie drips onto the sheets while Margarette’s expert licks make her toes curl inside the pumps. They switch again. The toys appear—slim, glossy, buzzing—and each woman lines one up and slides it home. Their hips jerk in rhythm, heels scraping silk. Muscles tense, throats open, and they come one right after the other, soaked and shaking, the air heavy with their slick, shared scent.