Locker Room Meeting

The pinkette in turn would moan out as the Indian woman slowly traveled down to her chest. Legs quivered as she felt Deepika's tongue slide around her sensitive areola. to keep herself, up she'd fall back against the nearest wall, wet from the warm shower water. With each suck, her nipples became upright, breasts being fondled and sucked upon. She loved it so, trying to give Deepika the same with her own hands, but increasingly hard as they became like jelly.

"Mnch... mmh..." Deepika sucked on Aisha's nipple before she parted her mouth from the nub as she would travel up to plant a loving kiss in the pinkette's lips. She would have her tongue slip into Aisha's mouth, trying to have their tongues wrestle against each other. In doing so, more lewd noises could be heard, and Deepika was getting more aroused as she continued rubbing her toned body against the pinkette's own.

Aisha could hardly breathe as the the two kissed again, their tongues wrestling for dominance. It got to the point where eventually Aisha conceded here mouth and let Deepkia dominate, letting her tongue have full control of their mouths. A hand went down to the Indian woman's nethers, brushing against it softly as the pinkette would moan into Deepika's mouth, enjoying the taste. Her hand rubbed down there, going over gently her slit.

"Nnnh... nnghh..." The Indian woman continued moaning into Aisha's mouth as the pinkette's hand traveled down to her sex, gently rubbing it. Deepika shuddered in delight as she felt the pinkette's hand brushing on her pussy, and she'd like to do the same as well as she moved her hand down to Aisha's crotch before parting the slit with two fingers, allowing water from the shower to run over it in order to stimulate her without actually slipping a finger into her sex. At the same time, she would gently rub the outer lips with her two fingers, sliding them up and down.

Her legs quivered under her as the Indian woman began to in turn return the touch of intimacy. She was still tired from the match, panting out as she came out of the prolonged kiss for air. A finger would gently slide in, but only so far as she stumbled down the slippery wall as her strength left her, pulling Deepika down with her. The pinkette moan out lowly trying to keep herself together. Aisha was beginning to lose herself in the touch Deepika, enraptured.

Deepika was pulled alongside Aisha down to the slippery floor, but she didn't seem to really mind about it. Feeling her own strength leaving her as well, the Indian woman would lean against the pinkette, nuzzling against her neck as she enjoyed the sensation of Aisha's wet hair touching her face. Her hand was still on the pinkette's crotch, rubbing and cupping her sex before she slipped a finger into her, moaning all the while as she felt Aisha's finger sliding into her as well.

Aisha sighed, feeling practiced fingers inserting themselves finally into her clit, a bit of drool coming from her mouth. With Deepika's chin nestled on her neck, she began to lick and suck the top of of the Indian woman's nearest breast, giving kisses and gentle touches while working down to her dark tan nipple, with little nips and kisses as well.

Feeling the kisses and nips from the pinkette, Deepika moaned, enjoying the sensation throughout, but she did not slow her ministration on Aisha, increasing her pace as she fingered the pinkette, hoping to send her straight to her limit, bringing her to an orgasm. Deepika herself was already going to her limit as well, thanks to Aisha's actions. At this rate, she would be having a very satisfying climax thanks to Aisha.

Aisha's weaker sexual constitution proved to be the first one to go as rather violently she came, wriggling in Kali's arms. She had stop herself from biting Kali's left nipple, crying out while she still had it in her mouth. Her finger as well clutched inside the Indian woman as her climax burst out.

While Aisha was the first one to climax, Deepika followed suit, letting out a pleasure-filled cry as she came, her toned body trembling in ecstasy as her juices gushed out of her sex, mixed with the running water from the shower and Aisha's own cum. "Aaaahhn~" Deepika moaned as she bucked her hips, enjoying the sensation of her orgasm washing over her while having one of her nipples in Aisha's mouth.

Once the orgasm subsided, Deepika leaned against the wet wall, gasping and panting, still holding Aisha's close to her.