What Goes Up, Must Come Down

Bella Rolland and Olivia Madison, both drop-dead gorgeous, ride that freight elevator right to the top floor, but they skip sightseeing and go straight to burying their faces in each other's soaking wet cunts. Bella starts the heat by yanking Olivia's soaked panties down, eyes locked as they both crumple to the cold metal floor. Olivia spreads wide open, little pink clit peeking while her girl licks thirstily, tongue diving in and tracing frantic circles until juices literally trickle out onto her chin. Bella matches the burn, pelvis grinding, a wicked grin splitting her mouth before practically smothering hers onto that twitching, puffy cunt like her next meal. Their slickness mingles in the tiny space, thick creamy wetness clinging to lips, smoke off tongue slapping every tender ridge and fold flat. They both cum hands all glittery, hands fisted hard into colored-bright hair as moans slip tart—keeping awful rhythm only to howling. Juice each spatters on the linoleum lip, lipstick streaks promise rivers puddle beneath.