oil

She grips the bottle and stares right at me as I pound her from behind, oil dripping down her spine. That arch, that shake — she's begging for it deeper.

POV static, no cuts — I let them go until the oil had them sliding and grinding, tongues tangled, nipples stiff under circling thumbs, the blonde moaning with her eyes shut while the brunette arches and rides her thigh. Wet kisses and ragged breathing on the audio.