Ass-tasters

Netta grins first. She gets Malia on all fours, spreads her cheeks and drags a slow tongue across the tight hole waiting for her. Malia moans, hips rolling back into the wet heat. The tattooed girl works her open, then slips lower to lick between her folds until Malia’s slick and shaking. They switch without words. Now Malia has Netta face-down, ass up. She presses her mouth right where Netta wants it, sucking and swirling until Netta’s thighs tense. Fingers slide in. Tongues trade places. Every sound they make is wet and greedy. The room fills with soft gasps and the slap of skin on skin as they chase the next taste, the next shiver, neither girl caring who started first.