Sorority Lesbians

Two sorority sisters duck into a locked room. The air’s thick, hot. Braylin Bailey shoves Ameena Green against the wall, tongue first. Ameena’s skirt rides up. No panties. Just heat. Braylin drops to her knees, spreads her wide, and buries her mouth between those soaked folds. Ameena grabs a fistful of her hair, grinding. Legs shake. Moans slip through clenched teeth. Then they switch—Ameena on her back, thighs spread, Braylin climbing over her, hips rolling. Tongues slide, slick against slick. Fingers dig in. A low growl breaks from one of them when the first orgasm hits. It doesn’t stop. They keep going, faster, harder, until the second one crashes through them both, raw and loud.