Lesbian Storytime Theater #01

Veronica can't hide how bad she wants Deauxma—everyone can see it. Once Deauxma boots her husband to the curb, all bets are off. They tear into each other the second the front door slams. Veronica's tongue is buried in Deauxma's mouth, fingers sliding up her skirt, pushing the soaked panties aside. Deauxma moans against her lips while Veronica sinks two fingers deep into that hot, dripping pussy, knuckles already slick with cum. Deauxma grabs Veronica's ass and grinds against her thigh, leaving a wet trail across her skin. She pushes Veronica down, spreads her legs wide and buries her face between them, sucking on that swollen clit like she's starving for it. Veronica arches, swearing through gritted teeth, hands locked in Deauxma's hair. They don't slow down. Deauxma flips her onto all fours, tongue flicking over her asshole and pussy until Veronica's shaking, cunt clenching around nothing. The dirty-talk gets louder—Deauxma calling her a filthy little slut, Veronica begging to come. They fuck on the living-room floor, lube and sweat mixing with the scent of sex, fingers and mouths everywhere, no quieting, no hiding, nothing left to pretend.