Savanna's Love Letters - Part 3

Two chicks in the makeup room slather lotion all over each other. Hands slip under towels, lotion turns to heat, and soon fingers are buried deep in soaked slits. Licks follow next—slow, deliberate strokes across swollen lips while the other moans and bucks. They keep trading, fingers pumping, tongues darting, until both are dripping and the air’s thick with the sound of wet flesh slapping against skin.