Girlfriends

Beate Udine towers over Doris and pulls her close. Their mouths meet, soft at first, then greedy. Doris slides her fingers between Beate’s thighs, stroking the damp curls until Beate moans and parts her legs wider. Beate answers by cupping Doris’s small ass, squeezing, then easing two fingers into her from behind. The smaller girl pushes back, grinding on the touch. When Doris drops to her knees, Beate turns, spreads her cheeks, and Doris drags her tongue slowly over the tight ring before sinking lower to lap at the wet pussy above. Beate reaches back, threads her fingers in Doris’s hair, guiding her deeper. Then the bright red dildo appears. Beate coats it with lube, lines it up, and pushes the head past Doris’s folds. Doris arches, gasping, as the toy slides in and out, her round ass flexing with every thrust. Beate keeps the rhythm steady, eyes fixed on how the toy disappears between those cheeks, until Doris’s breath breaks into soft, quick cries.