Kitchen babes

Eliska and Neilla met in the kitchen to cook dinner. Then they looked at each other and forgot about food. Their mouths met. Soft kisses turned deeper. Soon they were pulling down tops, licking and sucking nipples until both were tight and wet. Eliska slid her hand between Neilla’s legs and found her smooth. She dropped to her knees, tongue working over the bare folds, tasting slick heat. Neilla returned the favor, spreading Eliska open and lapping until the blonde trembled. They still had the produce on the counter. One of them grabbed a thick cucumber, the other a curved banana. They bent over the table, guiding the cool length inside each other, fucking slowly at first, then harder, until both came around the makeshift toys. Afterward they smiled, sweaty and satisfied. No need to cook after all.