Slippery Lesbians

They started on the table, legs spread, skin slick with oil, and didn't waste time. Chanel went straight for Scarlett's mouth while her hands worked lower, gripping thighs, parting her further. Scarlett rolled her hips up, hungry for it, already moaning before anyone's tongue touched her. Then the tables turned. Scarlett pushed Chanel down, spread her open, and buried her face between those legs like she was starving. Chanel arched, cursed, fingers clawing at her own tits. They traded, again and again. Faces wet, fingers knuckle-deep, legs shaking on sweat-damp sheets. The second they sixty-nined, it stopped being cute. Tongues working hard, asses lifted, moans getting ragged. They didn't stop until both of them came hard, loud, and shaking. End of scene. No one's walking straight after that.