International Day Of Friendship

Milka and Margo don't see limits when the need kicks in. International Friendship Day or whatever—labels don't stop what's coming. The girls start on the couch, knees spread, fingers already wet. Margo watches Milka's shaved pussy glisten before she slides two fingers inside her, slow then harder, finding that soft spot that makes Milka's thighs jerk. Milka moans loud, gripping Margo's wrist, pushing those fingers deeper. They switch. Milka goes down, tongue flat against Margo's swollen clit, licking in quick, filthy strokes while her own cunt aches untouched. Margo grabs her hair, rocks her hips, cursing, cumming hard, her voice cracking. Both dripping, panting. They don't stop—switch again, grinding together until they break, slick and shaking, mouths open, the whole night still young.