Pillow Talk - Part 5

Monique drags Samantha inside and they tumble against the wall, mouths and legs tangled. Monique drops fast, shoves Samantha’s panties aside, and buries her tongue right between slick, swollen folds. Samantha moans, hips jerking, hands buried in Monique’s hair. Monique eats like she’s starved—slow, messy licks, then quick little flicks that make Samantha’s knees shake. She spreads her wider, doesn’t miss a spot, tasting every wet inch until Samantha’s dripping down her chin. They switch before the door’s even shut. Samantha pulls Monique’s skirt to her waist, pushes two fingers inside while her tongue works fast and mean. The noise is obscene—wet, rhythmic, echoing down the hall. Monique is soaked through, thighs shiny in the light. Samantha adds another finger, curls them, works her clit harder with every stroke. Neither of them waits. Monique reaches for the bag just inside the door, pulls out sleek toys already slick with lube, and hands one to Samantha. They kneel face-to-face, dress straps slipping down bare shoulders. Monique works the curved toy inside herself, thick head stretching tight heat, while Samantha fucks herself just as fast with a buzzing rabbit pressed to her clit. Both of them panting, sweating, hips working in messy rhythm. The orgasm comes in waves—Samantha first, biting Monique’s shoulder as she pulses and clenches around the toy, fingers digging into skin. Monique follows seconds later, hips snapping forward, thighs shaking, head tipped back in perfect, filthy relief.