I step into a luxury suite behind Olive, city lights sparkling beyond the windows. Weâ€TMre in matching lingerie that hugs every curveâ€”hers long and lean, mine full and soft. She scatters instant photos across the bed; I follow, drawn to her like gravity.

Our mouths meet firstâ€”slow, deep kisses that make my pulse race. Hands explore: hers on my breasts, thumbs teasing nipples through lace until theyâ€TMre hard; mine tracing her waist, pulling her closer. Everything feels languid, deliberate. We sink to the bed, legs entwining, hips rocking in gentle tribbing. The first press of p*ssy to p*ssy draws matching gasps.

I canâ€TMt wait. I slide down, peel her lingerie aside, and taste herâ€”long l*cks, then my tongue pushing inside while fingers circle her clit. She trembles when I add two fingers, curling them just right. I l*ck and thrust until her thighs clamp around my head and she comes hard, legs shaking, cries echoing.

I slip off her heels, suck each toe slowly, letting spit drip from her feet onto her still-pulsing p*ssy. The sight makes me ache.

Olive flips the script. She binds my wrists to the bedpost with my own soaked panties, the damp fabric a delicious restraint. She starts highâ€”tongue in my armpit, then broad l*cks over my tits, sucking nipples until I arch. Deep kiss, letting me taste myself, before she drops lower.

Her mouth seals around my swollen clit; two fingers slide in, the wet sounds filling the room. She works me relentlessly until Iâ€TMm dripping, teetering.

She lies back, pulls me over her. Tongue on my p*ssy again while hers teases just out of reach. I bend, bury my face between her thighsâ€”we lock into sixty-nine, l*cking in rhythm until we both shatter, mutual *rgasms rippling through us.

Lingerie gone, we kiss each otherâ€TMs juices from swollen lips. Olive grabs the camera. â€œI want your picture.â€ Flash. She straddles my chest, grinds her soaked p*ssy on my tits while I finger myself. She comes hard, coating me; I l*ck her release off my skin, making her shudder again.

Naked scissoring nextâ€”hard, wet, urgent. I tease with a photo between my lips, then grind deeper. She flips us, rides my thigh until my eyes cross and I come screaming beneath her.

Still breathless, I drag my tongue through her salty armpit, cleaning her slowly as the city lights keep watch outside.

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