Nature Lesbians 03

Chloe Temple pins Isabel Moon against cold stone at 9,000 feet. Wind slices bare skin. Chloe yanks Isabel’s dress over her hips and shoves two fingers straight inside. Isabel’s moan cracks the silence. She bites her bottom lip, knees already buckling, but Chloe holds her upright, pumping hard and steady while her other hand clamps around Isabel’s throat. Isabel claws at Chloe’s bare back, nails dragging red streaks that bloom in the thin alpine air. Chloe drops to her knees on granite, drags Isabel’s cunt onto her mouth, sucks her clit in sharp pulses. Isabel’s hips buck, but Chloe’s grip on her ass keeps the rhythm brutal. When Isabel starts to shake, Chloe adds a third finger, stretching her wide. The wet slap of Chloe’s hand inside her carries down the cliffside like a secret somebody just told the wind. Isabel comes with her shoulders thrown back, tits tight from cold and lust, one hand twisted in Chloe’s hair and pulling like rope. Chloe keeps licking until Isabel’s legs give out. Then she stands, flips Isabel around, palms between her shoulder blades and bends her over the rock. She licks from the small of her back down, spit shining under high-altitude sun, then works her tongue lower, rimming her tight and filthy while the fingers keep thrusting. Isabel whimpers, begging louder, voice shredded by wind. Chloe answers with teeth on soft flesh, never letting the pace slip. Sweat and slick coat them both; the mountain air turns each gasp into a visible plume before it’s gone. Isabel arches, shoves back harder, chasing the next breaking wave. Chloe gives it to her. Another slow grind of knuckles over the swollen spot inside, and Isabel convulses again, thighs slick, crying out until the mountains give it back smaller and ruined.