Train Game

AJ’s mouth travels the length of Tiffany’s small frame like it already knows every inch. The tiny woman arches up, her back lifting off the mattress, breath gone in a rush as AJ’s fingers slip inside. Another orgasm rolls through her—sharp, then deeper—and her thighs squeeze AJ’s wrist before they slacken again. Tiffany rolls AJ onto her stomach next. Palms spread the blonde’s heavy cheeks apart and the smaller girl sinks between them, tongue wet and slow. AJ bites the pillow. Her hips tilt without asking her, pushing back each time Tiffany’s mouth does something that makes her shiver. She comes hard, gasping, fists tight in the sheets. They end up side-by-side, legs open, knees touching. Fingers slick, eyes locked. Quick strokes, deep ones. The quiet breaks apart with the sharp little sounds they give each other, and then it’s nothing but breathing and heat and fingers working faster until both of them break at the same time.