Ardent passions

Bianca Arden was wiping down shelves when Monik moved in from behind and cupped one fat tit right through the maid uniform. Bianca's thin black thong barely touched the floor before it slid down her thighs. She was dripping already, thighs quivering. Monik's fingers found the slick heat and pushed two inside without asking. Bianca answered with a low moan, grinding down on the older woman's hand like she'd been waiting for it all week. Monik worked slow, twisting fingers, spreading the girl's pink cunt until Bianca's juices ran down her wrist. The old woman dropped to her knees, tongue broad and greedy, lapping from Bianca's dripping slit up over her stiff clit. Every wet lick made the maid's hips buck forward. She reached down, held Monik's face tight to her pussy and rode that tongue, soaking it, soaking the floor. Fingers replaced tongue, thumb rolling the swollen bud, and Bianca came hard, legs shaking, creamy strings sticking to Monik's chin. Then she shoved Monik onto the couch, peeled her open, and buried her mouth between the wrinkled lips. Bianca licked deep, noisy, greedy, three fingers pumping Monik's soaking hole while the older woman gripped her hair and begged for more. They traded places twice, mouths locked to soaked cunts, tongues flicking, fingers buried knuckle-deep, both of them drenched and shaking until the carpet was marked with dark, wet spots and the air reeked of sex.