I Need A Hand

Cherry Kiss and Gina Gerson tangle up like they can’t decide whose turn it is, lips sliding, tongues diving deep into soaked folds that never seem to quit. Juices drip down thighs and chins. Then Gina decides Cherry needs more than a tongue, curls her fingers, pushes in wrist-deep. Cherry’s eyes snap open, her cunt stretching around the slow, relentless shove. Gina works deeper, knuckles buried, wrist turning, and both girls start to shake, come crashing over them in slick, loud bursts that leave the sheets ruined and both of them grinning like idiots.