Dripping Wet Fantasies

Alexis Fawx takes Skylar Snow in like a woman who's waited too long. Blonde hair spills across the sheets while the younger body stretches open beneath her. Skylar lets out a soft, broken sound when their cunts meet. They grind. Hard. Each thrust drags clit over clit and the sound is wet, filthy, almost constant. Skylar shakes first. Her thighs twitch, then a gush sprays up between them, soaking Alexis to the navel. Alexis laughs once, sharp and low, before her own body breaks and another burst follows, hot and sudden, splashing over Skylar's belly and breasts. The sheets darken. More keeps coming. Every time Skylar tries to catch her breath another flood rushes out, coating them both, dripping off skin onto everything they touch. Alexis pushes harder through it, chasing the next wave, feeling it build again. They lock together until they can't tell whose wetness is whose, just slick heat and the sharp smack of flesh meeting flesh. By the time they're done the bed is ruined and they still haven't let go.