'Ohhhh— don’t stop —' one moans as she pries open her best friend’s dripping pussy with both hands. Legs hooked over her shoulders, tongues tangled and wet. The door creaks behind them but they don’t notice—until a shadow falls across the wall. Then she looks up, lips glistening, knowing someone’s watching while her thighs quiver from being stretched too wide. The older man clears his throat; the girls freeze mid-lap before smirking like this was always part of the plan.
