Basking In The Afterglow

Darcie Dolce stretches across the sheets, still flushed from last night. Her hand drifts between her legs. She teases her clit, bra slipping aside, her big tits rising with every slow breath. She pictures Maddy in that tight dress, the moment they barely closed the door. Maddy yanked the neckline down and sucked each full breast, nipples stiff against her tongue. Darcie answers the memory by tugging her own dress up, reaching back to squeeze her ass the same way she once squeezed Maddy’s. Her fingers slide in deep; she curls them, moans into the pillow. In her mind, she drops to her knees, kisses Maddy’s dripping pussy, lets Maddy grind down until she comes, thighs trembling against Darcie’s cheeks. Maddy returns the favor now—lying on her back, pulling Darcie onto her mouth, sucking slow and wet until Darcie’s hips shake. Then she feels Maddy’s tongue, warm and daring, licking between her cheeks while that tight little ass rocks in invitation. Finally they tangle, sixty-nine, faces buried, thighs locked, both girls shaking as they come together. Darcie’s still caught in that haze, rubbing harder, chasing the echo of Maddy’s tongue.