Dripping Lesbian Wives

Lolly Dames was soaked. Cunt glistening. Millie had her spread across the sheets, tongue plunging deep. Fingers dug into flesh. Lolly gasped—sharp, ragged. Every stroke sent another pulse through her thighs, wet heat flooding Millie's chin. Millie didn't slow. She pressed harder, sucked like she meant to drown in it. Lolly's hips jerked up, chasing the edge, twisting the air from her lungs. Sweat clung to the curve of her belly, slick heat rolling down her spine. Millie's free hand dug in under one ass cheek, holding her open, tongue relentless. Lolly's moans broke—staccato, raw—each one dragged out of her throat. No teasing now. Just slick friction, mouths, and the bed creaking under the fight of it.