Alltogether now

Malia and Lizzie move through Wonderland like it’s built for girls who fuck each other in the open. They fall into the rhythm of it— mouths open, tongues slipping past lips slick with spit, hands already sliding lower. Lizzie drops first, spreading Malia open and dragging her tongue through soaked folds, slow and greedy. Malia’s hips twitch. She pushes two fingers into Lizzie, working them deep, feeling every tight pull, then slips the same fingers lower and works them into Lizzie’s ass, knuckle by knuckle. Lizzie groans against Malia’s cunt. They keep trading like that—fingers sinking, tongues curling—until they’re both soaked, shaking, lost to it.