Internet Outage

Adria Rae is on the couch when the Wi-Fi dies. She calls out to her roommate, but gets no answer. She stands up, that tiny pink cotton shorts hugging every curve of her round little ass, and the almost sheer tank barely holding back her nipples. She pads down the hall looking for Kimmy. Kimmy's in her room, legs open, shirt pulled up, two wet fingers working her cunt. The glow from the screen shows another girl eating pussy on mute. She never hears the door, never sees Adria step inside until it’s too late. Adria stops, stares, feels the heat bloom between her own legs. Kimmy freezes, fingers still buried inside herself. Adria licks her lips. Kimmy yanks her hand free and starts babbling apologies, but Adria just smiles. She steps closer. One light touch on Kimmy’s bare thigh, another on her stomach, soft, deliberate. Kimmy’s breathing changes. Kimmy tries to pull her shirt down. Adria doesn’t let her. Instead she peels off her own tank and drops it. Her small, perfect breasts spring free. “Better if we’re both naked,” she says. Kimmy looks torn for a second, then leans in. They kiss, hungry. Adria pushes her back onto the pillows, mouth closing over a nipple, sucking until it stiffens. Kimmy moans, hips twitching. Adria kisses lower, spreads her open with two hands, and drags her tongue up Kimmy’s slit. Kimmy tastes sweet, slick, so ready. Adria sits up, grinds her pussy down on Kimmy’s thigh, smearing wetness, then crawls higher until she’s hovering over Kimmy’s mouth. Kimmy grabs her ass and pulls her down, tongue working fast. Adria rides it until she shudders, coming loud. Kimmy doesn’t stop licking until Adria lifts off. They kiss again, swapping the taste. Then Adria flips around, spreads Kimmy’s legs, and presses her cunt to Kimmy’s. Their clits slide together, sticky and hot. Adria leans down and sucks each of Kimmy’s toes while she grinds harder. Kimmy’s close, panting, hips jerking up to meet her. Kimmy flips them fast. She kisses Adria’s stomach, then moves lower, tongue dragging between the cheeks of Adria’s ass. Adria gasps, pushes back, and Kimmy licks deeper, wet and messy. They can’t stop touching, can’t stop tasting. Two tight, sweating bodies moving like they’ve been waiting for this exact night.