Leaving Angel City - Part 5

Two girls in the room. One blonde, one brunette. Young, petite bodies. Small tits that barely move when they laugh. They’re already on the bed, legs wide open, knees falling apart like they know exactly what’s coming. The blonde reaches down first, spreads her lips, lets her fingers trace the slick heat there. The brunette watches, bites her lip, then slips two fingers inside herself, slow at first, then deeper. Wet sounds fill the space between them. Then mouths. Tongues. One girl leans in and drags her tongue up the other’s slit, tasting her, teasing her clit until her hips jerk. Fingers push in right after, knuckles deep, knuckles working that tight cunt open while the other girl moans and grinds against the hand. They switch. Blonde on her back now, legs up, brunette between them, licking fast, fingers pumping hard. No hesitation. Just raw, wet need. The kind that leaves the sheets soaked and both of them shaking.