Netskirts #08

She pins him to the bed on that December night in 2011, blonde hair wild and catching the lamplight while her darker counterpart circles like a cat. Their mouths crash together first, tongues fighting for the same breath, teeth clicking. The blonde plants her full weight on his face, thighs clamping either side of his head, every inch of her pressing down. Her breasts sway bare and natural above him as she rocks, grinding her heat against his mouth and nose, taking what she wants. He gasps once, twice, before the brunette replaces him, sliding forward to smother him in her own slick warmth. Their juices mix on his tongue, thick and salty. The blonde leans in and kisses the brunette deep, still riding his face, then reaches between the brunette's legs and works her until her whole body jerks and she floods his mouth in hot, sudden pulses. He drinks it down, drowning in it, while the two women trade another long kiss above him like nothing else exists.