Bathroom playtime

Eve Angel and Sophie Moone waste no time. The door clicks shut and the heat begins. Eve leans against the sink, legs parted, while Sophie drops to her knees and drags her tongue through slick folds. The blonde moans, low and steady, hips rolling to meet every stroke. Fingers replace the tongue; two slide in deep, then three, pumping in slow, wet strokes. Sophie watches her face the whole time, eyes bright with hunger. They switch. Sophie sits on the edge of the tub, knees wide. Eve works her mouth lower, sucking at the swollen clit before pressing her own fingers inside. She curls them once, twice, and Sophie gasps, thighs trembling. Eve smiles against wet skin and pushes harder. The brunette grabs a pair of damp panties from the floor and balls them up. She feeds the lace between Sophie’s parted lips, then presses the rest against her opening and pushes it inside with two fingers, stuffing her slowly, inch by inch. Sophie’s back arches, breath hitching around the fabric in her mouth. Eve keeps moving her hand, working the panties deeper, until only a small strip hangs out. Wet sounds fill the small room. Every thrust, every suck, every flick of tongue makes them louder. Their bodies glisten under the harsh light, skin flushed, nipples tight. They trade places again and again, tongues chasing, fingers thrusting, until both girls shake with the need to come.