Licking Lily

Braylin Bailey's got Lily Larimar on her back, blonde hair spilling across the sheets, knees spread wide. Lily's natural tits rise and fall fast, her nipples tight, begging. Braylin's tongue works between Lily's thighs like she's starving for it, licking slow, then sudden, never letting up. Lily's hips jerk. She gasps, reaches down, fingers sliding through Braylin's hair, pulling her closer. Then Lily twists, greedy, swinging a leg over Braylin's head and dropping down to grind on her mouth, facesitting hard, skin on skin. Braylin groans into it, tongue still working, lips sealing tight. Lily leans forward, takes Braylin's cunt in the same hungry way, the two of them locked in a 69, every wet sound loud in the room. Lily's fingers slip inside Braylin, fucking deep, knuckles shining. Braylin moans up into Lily's pussy, the vibrations hitting just right. Lily grinds harder, thighs flexing, tits bouncing with each thrust of her hips. No mercy. Just heat and need, mouths full, fingers buried, bodies shaking as they push each other right to the edge and hold them there, quivering.