Intergalactic Lesbians

Two stunning space angels lock mouths on each other's soaked pussies, tongues lashing and slurping. Their moans carry across the void. Capri grabs a thick glass wand and slides it into Celeste's dripping hole while she pumps a curved toy deep into Capri. Slow at first. Then the pistons pick up. Sweat beads, hips buck, juices trickle down their thighs. They're wrecking each other in zero-G, riding every slam until the ecstasy blanks their minds.