Cheat Day

Abigail stands at the mirror in her tight workout gear, pumped and ready, when Celeste wanders out of bed still sleepy. Celeste tries coaxing her back under the sheets, but Abigail won’t budge. Celeste grins, decides to wear her down, and the moment Abigail caves she strips the sports bra off like she’s unwrapping something she’s craved all night. Their mouths meet hard. They stumble into the bedroom, laughing and grabbing. Abigail peels Celeste’s shirt away, palms the swell of her breasts, then yanks the panties down and slides two fingers between her folds to check how wet she already is. She grins at the slick heat. Celeste shuts her thighs in a teasing game, forcing Abigail to pry them back open, arms flexing as she earns the view. She drags her tongue up Celeste’s slit, laps and circles until Celeste is arching. The effort leaves Abigail flushed and breathless; she begs for her own turn. Celeste peels the rest of the workout clothes off, plants open-mouthed kisses down Abigail’s stomach, spanks the firm backs of her thighs, then squeezes and parts her heavy lips until the clit swells into her mouth. She sucks until Abigail breaks with a sharp cry. Abigail flips her onto all fours, spreads Celeste’s ass, and buries her tongue in the tight pucker, licking until Celeste’s knees shake. They fall into a hungry sixty-nine, faces buried between each other’s thighs, sucking and moaning until Celeste comes hard against Abigail’s lips. Abigail catches her breath only for Celeste to roll her onto her back and tongue her open again, lapping until she comes a second time. They spit onto their own glistening cunts, press together, and grind until suction and friction pull twin orgasms out of them. Still trembling, Abigail holds a plank while Celeste lies underneath and draws one last quivering climax from her swollen pussy with slow, deliberate sucks.