Coffee break

She grabs her girlfriend by the hand and pulls her into the kitchen. The redhead's big tits bounce under her thin top with every step. They don’t bother with mugs. Hands slide under shirts, thumbs brush hard nipples, and clothes drop straight to the floor. Two teen bodies press close. Lips meet. Tongues taste the last trace of lipstick. The redhead drops to her knees, spreads her girlfriend’s legs, and drags her tongue over already-wet folds. She sucks hard, two fingers sinking in deep while the other girl grips the counter for balance. A strap-on appears from the drawer. The redhead stands, fastens it low on her hips, and bends her girlfriend over the table. She pushes in with one smooth thrust. The girl gasps, back arching. Then the door opens and their friend walks in, cock already hard. He steps behind the redhead, spreads her cheeks, and slides into her ass in one slow drive. She groans around the dick stretching her, hips rocking between the two bodies. Three rhythms lock together. Skin slaps. Breath turns ragged. The redhead’s heavy tits swing with every push. Fingers find her clit and rub fast circles until her legs shake. The girl on the table comes first, loud and sudden, pussy clenching around the toy. The redhead follows, ass gripping the cock inside her, mouth open in a silent cry. The guy pulls out last, strokes once, twice, and paints her lower back in thick streaks. They stay like that a moment, breathing hard, coffee long forgotten.