Caught Snooping

Lana's sprawled naked on the bed, legs wide, fingers working between them. Right when she's close she spots Melissa in the doorway. She jolts upright, snatches at the sheets, but too late—Melissa spins away. Door shuts. Lana settles back down, desperate for release, when she hears the quiet creak. Melissa's eye at the gap now. Half a heartbeat and Melissa peels her tank up, kicks off her shorts and underwear right there in the hall, bare hand already pumping her soaked pussy. Moans leak out, raw and loud. Lana creeps toward the sound, naked and dripping, stops at the frame. She watches Melissa fuck herself against the wall. Then she starts moaning on purpose—low, needy, just loud enough. Melissa freezes, turns. Their eyes lock. No more hiding. Melissa lunges, grabs Lana by the hips, hurls her onto the mattress. Tongues clash, wet and messy, until Melissa crawls down and buries her mouth on Lana's slick cunt, tongue flicking hard until Lana's thighs clamp and she comes, groaning into Melissa's hair. Melissa swings a leg over, plants her soaked pussy on Lana's waiting tongue and rides, grinding till her own orgasm hits and she soaks Lana's face. Then she drops between Lana's thighs, lines their pussies up and starts thrusting, tits slapping together. She rocks fast, slick friction building until Lana's climax rips through her again. Melissa drops forward and keeps grinding till they both shake, sweat-slick and spent.