Anna's Vintage Vixens 2

While the guys are tearing Kitty up in the other room, Anna turns to Brittany and spills it — she adores her, wants her, loves every inch. Both of them rock those vintage dresses like they own the whole damn era, fabric hugging tits and asses in all the right places. Their hands can’t stop roaming. Anna’s fingers slide down Brittany’s back, grab a handful, squeeze until Brittany moans and pushes closer. Brittany answers by palming Anna’s breast through satin, thumbing the nipple till it perks. Their mouths crash together hard, tongues wrestling, breath hot. Anna yanks the dress strap off Brittany’s shoulder, lets it fall enough to suck the bare skin underneath. Brittany hikes Anna’s hem up, slides two fingers beneath soaked panties, finds her wet and swollen and grinds right there. They grind and moan against the wall like they forgot the world exists, hips bucking, gasps sharp, dresses half-undone and twisted while everything they feel burns straight through fabric and skin.