Hot Lesbians Devouring Each Other’s Pussies

It was tart and a little sour, almost like a combination of pickle juice and lemon juice. Blacked             “Nick.” Chanelle stared at me. My mouth was suddenly very parched.             “Okay.” I swallowed as my nerves went haywire again.             “Nick, come with me.” She set her hand on my forearm, and goosebumps appeared all over my arms. I opened my eyes to find her face between my legs, and she smiled up at me.             I grabbed the bottle of baby oil and followed the same procedure I’d used with Chanelle, except her bra was already out of the way.             I hooked my fingers under her panties and pulled them down past her curvy hips, along her thick legs, and off her.             “Do what feels natural.” She licked my earlobe, and I shivered. It was tart and a little sour, almost like a combination of pickle juice and lemon juice. It was primarily blue with silver, black, and white accents and solid white sleeves.             “Hold on. She seemed nice enough and was undoubtedly not aggressive like Chanelle.             The real problem was that I was much quieter and introverted, while she was an extroverted social butterfly. Her nipples were almost the same color as her underwear, surrounded by puffy areolas that were barely pink enough to stand out from her smooth skin. They were a rich pink color with areolas that were a tad larger around than a silver dollar and a shade lighter than her pink nipples.