Happy New Year!

Lara Craft stands there like she owns the room. Blonde hair falling over bare shoulders, nipples already tight in the cool air. She watches the brunette across from her and feels the heat start low in her belly. The brunette touches herself first. Slow strokes between her legs, eyes half-closed, mouth parted. Lara's big tits rise and fall faster as she watches. Then she reaches for the bottle herself. Glass slides against wet skin. Lara works it between her folds, pressing, turning, finding the angle that makes her breath catch. Her free hand cups one breast, fingers pinching the nipple hard enough to sting. The brunette is louder now, hips moving in time with her own hand. Lara pushes deeper. She moans low, thighs trembling, the bottle filling her up. Sweat beads on her chest. The brunette comes first, back arched, fingers buried deep. Lara follows seconds later, body clenching around glass, a sharp cry breaking from her throat. Both girls stay still for a moment. Breathing. Then Lara smiles and raises the bottle to her lips for a toast neither of them will forget.