Pussy Lovers

Ameena Green and Bree Brooks are soaked. Hair plastered to flushed skin, slick between their thighs. They lock eyes like they already fucked ten minutes ago. No teasing, just hungry. Ameena grabs Bree’s tit, squeezes hard, and their mouths crash together — wet, filthy, open-tongued. Fingers slide, dip, probe. Breaths turn sharp. Ameena slips two knuckles deep inside Bree and twists. Bree moans, bites Ameena’s lower lip, then drops to her knees to return the favor. She sucks clit, spreads labia with thumbs, tongue flicking, curling, lapping. Ameena’s legs shake. She grabs Bree’s hair, grinds against her face, greedy for more. They switch places, switch rhythm, switch holes — fingering, sucking, scissoring on soaked sheets until the room smells like sex and sweat. Legs trembling, they ride each other till the spasms hit — raw, loud, soaking wet all over again.