Kiss... Don't Tell 2

They're having a great time with friends when Tiffany pops into the kitchen for more snacks. Charlie's right behind her. If they keep quiet, nobody's gonna notice they've been gone this long. His hands are already on her, sliding up under that top. She leans back against the counter and spreads for him, letting his fingers slip inside. Her small tits bounce while he works her, wet and tight around him. He keeps the rhythm steady, teasing her until she's biting her lip to stay quiet. She grabs his wrist and rides it, chasing it harder, her body clenching every time he curls those fingers just right. They don't need long—just long enough.