Files of pleasure (an intimate compilation)
~Violetta
Savannah walked in, but I didn't stop. I couldn't. The sensation of Rachel's tongue—warm, wet, and relentlessly focused on my clit—was the only thing that felt real.
I kept grinding my pussy against her face, my hips moving in a frantic, desperate rhythm. All I could think about was coming, the pressure building behind my eyes until the room started to blur.
I glanced back over my shoulder and saw Savannah stripping. The moment her tits popped out of her shirt, my pussy clenched hard. I couldn't help it; staring at those perfect pink nipples made my mouth water.