Lick My Lips

Kenzie’s breath caught when Scarlet’s mouth opened against her throat. Hot. Wet. Teeth dragging slow. They stripped each other in the dark, the room tight with heat and sweat already. Kenzie's hands claimed Scarlet’s tits first, thumbs circling stiff nipples, feeling the weight, tasting sweat off her skin with a quick lick. Scarlet shoved two fingers between Kenzie’s thighs and pumped hard, curling, searching. Kenzie groaned, hips jerking, cunt slick around those fingers. She pushed Scarlet onto her back, slid down, licked a straight line from navel to the swollen slit, tongue flat, then flicked, sucking Scarlet’s clit in greedy pulls. Scarlet’s thighs clamped around her head. She smelled copper and salt, felt Scarlet tremble under her tongue. Two bodies twisted, mouths on pussies, legs locked, fingers buried deep. Kenzie came with a choked shout, flooding Scarlet’s mouth. Scarlet followed seconds later, back arching, cunt pulsing, thighs shaking. They didn’t stop. Hands, tongues, teeth—still hungry, still moving, lost in the wet slap of skin on skin.