Blonde on Blonde

Aiden's blonde hair spills across Ivy's skin while her fingers find the sweet spot between her legs, making Ivy's back arch like she's chasing something she can't name. They build slow at first - lazy touches, stolen breath - then the pace shifts and suddenly Ivy has Aiden pinned, mouth on her tits, hand grinding. Sweat, thighs locked, teeth on skin. Ivy comes first, loud and sharp, then drags Aiden over the edge right after, never letting go, letting her come again just to prove she can.