Brooklyn Kinda Love - Episode 6

Bek slides two fingers into Erin, slow and sure, knuckles glistening. Erin’s breath catches. Then she rolls her hips, taking more, cunt tight and greedy around those knuckles. Bek curls her fingers just enough to make Erin moan—low, shaky. Their bodies move like they’ve done this a hundred times: hips meeting hips, skin slapping skin, sweat mixing. Bek leans in, teeth at Erin’s neck, tongue tasting salt. Every thrust lands deep. Every pull-back drags pleasure across raw nerves. Erin’s thighs shake. She grinds down harder. Wet sounds fill the room. Her nails dig into Bek’s shoulder. She’s close, clenching, throbbing. Bek keeps the rhythm steady until Erin breaks—legs trembling, mouth open, coming hard around those fingers, heat pulsing, slick spilling over Bek’s wrist.