A touch can change everything

Kitty and Sharolta started as friends. Then one of them touched the other in a different way, and nothing stayed the same. Now they fuck each other every chance they get. One brunette, the other darker-haired, they sink into a slow sixty-nine, legs open, mouths buried between soft, wet folds. Fingers trace slick lips, tongues flick clits, and they grind until one shakes, then the other, then both. They ride each other through every pulse, every moan, and they never stop until they’ve pulled two or three orgasms from each other’s cunts.