Want My Cookies?

When Karlee's troop mate gets the flu, she pulls on the green uniform and steps out with the cookie boxes. Door after door shuts. Then Shyla opens hers and buys the whole stack if Karlee will come inside and warm up. They chat on the bed until Shyla backs out, claiming she already promised the order to someone else. Karlee tries guilt, but Shyla makes a new offer—one box of cookies for every piece of clothing Karlee sheds. Hat and sash go first, then buttons pop, the dress falls, and the relief feels sharp. Shyla peels off her own dress, bra and panties hit the floor, and Karlee follows until nothing is left. Shyla breathes against Karlee's neck, kisses her, sucks her full breasts, and presses her back on the sheets. Karlee spreads her legs, thick dark hair open to the air. Shyla's mouth works between her thighs until she comes, then the two lock legs and grind, slick lips sliding together, breasts shaking with each thrust. Karlee sits up, rides hard against Shyla's cunt until Shyla shakes and soaks the sheets. Then she drops low and licks until Shyla pulses on her tongue. They twist into a sixty-nine, faces buried deep, bodies jerking as they flood each other's mouths.