Blonde Slut Licks Her Girlfriend in the Garage

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her blonde hair is between the brunette's thighs, her tongue moving slow, teasing. The brunette's back arches, her head tilts, a moan escapes. Her hands grip the chair, then gently guide the blonde's head.

The blonde's hand rests on the brunette's thigh, her fingers tracing circles on the skin. Her mouth never leaves its target, licking, sucking, making the brunette squirm. You can hear the wet sounds, feel your pulse racing. Your hand instinctively goes to your hardening length. Your breath catches as the brunette's body responds, her hips lifting to meet the blonde's mouth. You're edging fast, your rhythm quickening.

How long will you last? The blonde's tongue is relentless, the brunette's moans louder. It's building to a crescendo... and then it cuts off, leaving you wanting more. The image of them lingers, the ache still there. Your hand moves faster, trying to find release. But it's not enough, you need to see more of them together. The blonde's sunflower tattoo on her lower back teases you as she moves. The brunette's curves invite you in. They're lost in their passion, oblivious to your watching eyes. But you can't look away.