Couldnt Resist - S1:E7

Sweat still clung to their skin when Gina Gerson shoved Tiffany Tatum against the weight bench, tongues crashing before the last rep was even racked. Their sports bras hit the rubber floor, nipples stiff and dark against flushed chests, and Gina's hand dove straight inside Tiffany's tight shorts. Fingers found heat, slipped past soaked cotton, and buried themselves knuckle-deep in the dripping cunt that waited for them. Tiffany moaned into Gina's mouth, hips bucking, one leg hooked around her partner's waist while Gina worked her open right there under the fluorescent lights. They kissed hard enough to bruise, teeth scraping, spit shining on swollen lips. Gina yanked the shorts down, buried her face between spread thighs, and licked long, greedy stripes up the slick folds. Tiffany grabbed a fistful of hair and rode that tongue, grinding against it, gasping every time Gina sucked her clit. The bench creaked under their weight; the air stank of sweat and sex. Gina pushed two fingers back inside, fucking them fast, wrist twisting, while her mouth stayed locked on that swollen nub until Tiffany's whole body seized and came with a raw, broken cry that echoed off the mirrored walls. She didn't even let her finish before flipping her over, bending her across the bench, and going down again from behind—tongue spearing deep, fingers working her front wall, chasing every last tremor out of her trembling thighs.