Getting playful

Playful Anne earned her name the moment she touched you. Malina learned that fast. They crossed paths on another shoot and the spark stayed with Malina until she named Anne as the one she wanted next. Anne walked in with that sly half-smile, hair falling in warm blond waves, while Malina waited dark-haired and eager on the couch. Clothes came off in quick, quiet motions. Anne pushed Malina onto her back, kissed a slow path down her stomach, then settled between her thighs and licked with long, greedy strokes. Malina gasped and opened wider. Anne slid two fingers inside, curled them, and sucked on Malina’s clit until the brunette shook and came hard, fists tight in the sheets. She didn’t stop. Anne climbed up, straddled Malina’s face, and rode her mouth until her own orgasm rolled through her, hips grinding in tight circles. They switched again—Malina on top now, grinding her wet pussy against Anne’s until their slick folds slid together and both girls trembled. Anne pulled Malina down for a messy, open-mouthed kiss and they kept moving, chasing another shared rush while the room filled with the sound of wet skin and quickened breathing.