Hungry For Sex

They lie tangled in the sheets. Breathless. Hungry for the replay. Karolina peels her shirt off, tits already stiff from the memory, and Laney mirrors her, their nipples brushing as they yank each other close. Mouths lock on, sucking hard, each trying to outdo the other in sloppy, wet pulls. Karolina wins the shove, plants her full weight on Laney’s shoulders, climbs aboard and drops that hairy snatch straight over Laney’s open mouth. Tongues dive in deep, slurping loud. They flip, flip again, knees cracking wide, legs swinging overhead. Karolina pins those ankles beside Laney’s ears, then drives three fingers in up to the last knuckle. A fourth slides alongside. Laney’s cunt grips, then yields, creamy juice running down Karolina’s wrist while she forces the whole fist through the swollen ring. Laney moans into the mattress, cunt pulsing around the arm now buried past the wrist, but Karolina keeps working it, forearm flexing, until another orgasm tears through them both.