Well Oiled Friends: Part Two

Luna Star worked Yhivi’s back until the girl shook. Now it was Yhivi’s turn. She spilled thick oil across Luna’s skin; the slick stuff smelled sweet, heavy, and wrong. Their bodies slid together at once, fingers greedy on each other’s breasts. Yhivi’s mouth closed around a stiff nipple; she suckled while her hand guided Luna lower. Luna’s tongue parted wet lips, tasting salt and oil, circling the tight clit until Yhivi’s thighs trembled. When Yhivi’s breasts glistened again she pressed them together, feeding her slick nipples to Luna’s lips. Luna answered with three fingers inside Yhivi—fast, unhurried thrusts—until Yhivi arched and spilled hot over her knuckles. She turned Luna onto her stomach, kneaded her ass, then drove the same oiled fingers straight into Luna’s cunt. Breathing broke. They crawled on top of one another, hips locked, grinding clit over clit until the sheets grew soaked. At the end they swung around—Luna’s mouth at Yhivi’s slit, Yhivi’s at hers—licking and sucking in tight, desperate rhythm, finishing the scene with wet, open cries as both women came together, shaking.