Cardiogasm - Workout with Gia Derza & Scarlit Scandal

Gia and Scarlit got their exercise get-up ready for you. Hardness inside your shorts pulsed at the sight. They called it a workout. Maybe. First came the slow, deliberate breaths, in and out, like they wanted to count every second they owned you. Your chest felt heavy. Your head lightened. Then the stretches, slow arcs of arms and flexes of hips, the women bending so low their shorts stretched tight across perfect asses. They tossed one another that look, eyes narrowing, hungry. No words needed. Scarlit smirked, Gia smiled, both of them lifting knees and hips, playing with scissors moves on those mats, the inside joke sending them into throaty laughter and that electric stare that dared you to watch more. Their skin slicked with sweat as legs parted and flexed for every squat and jump, breathing hard, nipples pressing against fabric. The room blurred hot. Then hands found each other, towels and shorts yanked aside, mouths locked hard. They crashed together, dragging off tops, tongues plunging. Gia's dark braid whipped sideways as she bent to Scarlit's open thighs, tongue lapping greedy circles, Scarlit's fingers digging knuckles-deep inside her, both of them shaking and moaning straight through it. Their cunt-juice glistened on chins. No talk of cardio now. This was the reward, messy and loud, pussies grinding, every lick wetter than the last. No thought of stopping.