Freya Frisky For Katrina

Freya spreads her thighs and Katrina drops between them, tongue flashing. Slippery fingers find slick folds, sliding in deep and curling just right. Each woman tastes the other in turn, mouth pressed tight, moaning into wet heat. Breasts brush, nipples tight. Tongues circle swollen clits. Fingers pump faster, wet sounds filling the room. Hips jerk, breath catches. Their pussies pulse around skilled hands. They ride out the orgasm together, bodies shaking, lips still locked on dripping skin until every tremor fades.