Natural

Hope and Anita spread out on the grass, sunlight pooling over their bare skin. The blonde runs her hand down the brunette’s thigh, feeling muscle tense, then soften. Fingers part wet folds, slide inside, come out glistening. Anita swings a leg over Hope’s face and sinks down, hips rolling as Hope’s tongue works her open. Their mouths never rest for long. They trade places, thighs clamped tight, tongues buried deep, sucking and licking until the air fills with soft, wet sounds and low, hungry moans.