Artemesia - Part 3

Artemesia wasn't supposed to look at other women like that, but here she was, hot and bothered and hungry for it. The woman on her knees knew exactly what Artemisia needed, and she wasn't shy about diving face-first into that wet cunt spread open in front of her. Hard nipples pointed straight up as the painter's daughter fingered herself while watching, legs spread wide across antique furniture. Sweat slicked their bodies while hands grabbed tits, tongues worked clits, and mouths stretched around fingers slick with pussy juice.