Funtime at the firaplace

Lorna and Alexa don’t waste time when they’re alone. They know exactly what the other likes. The blonde’s already peeled off her dress, standing in black lace that barely covers anything. She reaches for the brunette, fingers sliding up the inside of Alexa’s thigh, slow, confident. Alexa’s eyes half-close, lips parting as Lorna leans in, kissing her hard, tongue demanding. The kiss breaks. Lorna drops to her knees and spreads Alexa open, dragging her tongue flat against wet skin. Alexa’s fingers knot in the blonde’s hair, pulling her closer. Every lick makes her hips jerk forward. Lorna moans low, the sound vibrating straight through Alexa’s core. They move to the floor. Alexa climbs on top, straddling Lorna’s face, grinding down while the blonde keeps licking, relentless. Fingers slip inside, pumping in rhythm with each roll of hips. Alexa reaches back, finds Lorna’s clit, rubs it in tight circles until both girls are shaking. They come hard, one right after the other, breathless, sweaty, still touching like they can’t stop.