Super Soaked

She shoved her tongue down her throat and it wasn't about romance. Spit ran down their chins. Hands clawed at clothes until fabric gave, revealing tits that bounced and begged. They sank to the floor, legs spread wide, soaked panties peeled to the side. Tongues found wet heat and didn't hesitate, lapping hard and greedy at swollen lips, at tight little holes that pulsed under the pressure. They fucked with their mouths like they had something to prove. Fingers shoved deep, knuckle-deep, curling and thrusting until hips jerked and thighs trembled. No sweet nothing, just grunting, sucking, the wet slap of skin on skin. They rode faces, ground cunts against eager mouths, came loud and mean, one after the other, sweat-slick and satisfied only when neither could breathe without tasting the other's pussy.