20 Candles - Part 4

Two women on the bed. Skin pressed to skin, legs wrapped around each other. One traces her tongue between the other's parted folds, slow and sure. Wet sounds cut the air. She pushes deeper, flicks and circles until hips jerk. The second reaches for the strap already buckled to her thighs. She rises up, tilts forward, and slides the slick shaft inside. Their mouths trade ragged breaths. The pace settles into steady thrusts—hard, rhythmic, wet. Sweat beads. Fingers clutch skin. The room smells of salt and heat. A sharp gasp breaks first, then another. The bed shakes. They stay tangled, pulsing, the strap still buried deep.