Perfect boobs

Eve and Dorothy look like they taste as good as they feel. One blonde, one brunette, both barely legal and already deep into each other. Eve’s mouth finds Dorothy’s breast first, tongue slow over a stiff nipple, the lace bra pushed aside but still clinging to one strap. Dorothy arches, lets her own lingerie slip lower, and returns the favor, lips parting around the other girl’s soft flesh. Every move is deliberate, every touch greedy. They trade places without hurry, fingers drifting, tongues tracing curves, testing how much they can take before the next shudder. Nothing is rushed, and nothing is left untouched.