Sneaky little college girl

Melissa's eyes lock on Kira across the dorm room. She closes the gap in two steps, fingers threading through those dark curls to pull her close. Their mouths meet hard. Tongues sliding, tasting, stealing each other's breath while hips shift forward, seeking contact. Kira groans low against her lips and walks her backward until Melissa's back meets the wall. Hands wander without hesitation. Kira squeezes Melissa's breast through her thin shirt, thumb rubbing the hard peak. Melissa answers by sliding her palm down Kira's stomach and slipping her fingers past the waistband of her panties, finding smooth, warm skin. They break long enough to tug clothes free. Bras hit the floor. Jeans follow. Melissa's light body presses naked against Kira's deeper brown curves, nipples brushing, then rubbing as they move against each other. Kira's thigh slides between Melissa's legs, feeling the wet heat already waiting. Melissa grinds down, leaving a slick trail on smooth skin. Kira drops to her knees first. Her tongue parts Melissa's folds in one slow lick, then flicks quick over her swollen clit. Melissa grabs Kira's hair with both hands, holding her there while her hips roll. Every suck and every swipe sends sharp pleasure straight up her spine. She pulls Kira back up and they tumble onto the bed, limbs tangled. Melissa buries her face between Kira's thighs, tongue working in tight circles while two fingers slide in deep. Kira's back arches, heels digging into the mattress. Her voice comes out ragged. Melissa keeps the rhythm steady—tongue, fingers, breath—until Kira's thighs start to shake and her release spills over Melissa's tongue. They switch again. Kira pushes Melissa onto her back, spreads her legs wider, and sinks two fingers in while her mouth closes over her clit. She curls, strokes, sucks. Melissa's moans turn ragged. Her muscles tighten, flutter, then clench hard around Kira's fingers as she comes with a broken cry. Sweat-slick skin sticks where they touch. Kira crawls up, mouth finding Melissa's for another hungry kiss that tastes like both of them. Their legs slide together. Melissa rocks her hips, chasing friction once more, and Kira matches her, grinding until another sharp wave rolls through them both. The room smells like sex and cheap perfume, and they stay locked like that, breathing hard, lips brushing until the edge finally fades.