Lesbian Triangles #32

She drops to her knees first thing, mouth open, eyes locked on him. Her tits stay bare the whole time—small, round, natural. He watches her shave smooth, skin slick under the razor. Once she’s clean she stands up, grabs his face and kisses him hard. Tongue, teeth, nothing polite. He bends her back over the edge of the bed, spreads her open and works two fingers in right away. She’s wet, warm, already clenching around them. The kiss never really stops; every thrust of his hand just makes her moan into his mouth. She grinds down, chasing more, tits brushing his chest while his fingers stay buried deep. No rush. Just steady strokes, her shaved lips slick, his hand shiny every time he pulls back.