A Girlsway Girl Story: Part Two

The sweat's already drying on their skin when they get to Kristina's place. April kicks the door shut behind her and they waste no time stripping down, the camera rolling the second the clothes hit the floor. Kristina likes it raw and close-up—POV shots of April's tongue dragging slow across her clit, then quick and greedy, the kind of rhythm that makes her thighs shake. They trade positions on the bed, legs spread wide, mouths working like they know exactly where it hurts good. Fingers slide in slick, knuckles pressed deep, while the other hand pins a hip or cups a breast until nipples go stiff and tender. Every lick drags across swollen lips and bushy cunt, wet sounds loud in the quiet room. Kristina comes first, back arching hard enough the frame shakes, but April doesn't stop—she keeps sucking until the second orgasm rips through, thighs clamped tight around her head. They keep pushing, grinding harder, chasing that same lightning in the other's body until neither can tell whose moans are whose. Only thing left is the next place April lands.