Chemistry 2 - Part 6

Two mouths met in a tangle before they even reached the hallway. Katja Kassin pushed Kimberly back against the wall and dropped straight to her knees. One boot lifted, the other stayed planted, as if the street itself granted permission. Katja dragged the denim skirt higher and buried her face in plain white cotton, already damp and sticking. She breathed in hard through the cloth, sucked at it, teased the fabric with her tongue until the middle seam darkened with spit and heat. Fingers hooked the elastic and peeled the panties aside, exposing a slick, shaved pussy that looked smooth as poured cream. Katja parted the lips with her thumbs and licked a slow, deliberate stroke from the velvet opening all the way to the swollen clit, tasting salt and nerves at once. Kimberly grabbed a fistful of blonde hair and ground forward, riding that hungry mouth while the bottom step pressed hard against her tailbone. Each roll of her hips drew Katja deeper; two fingers slid inside at a perfect angle and started to work steady, short thrusts that matched the rhythm of tongue on clit. Their own breathing cut through the narrow stairwell, and they hardly noticed the coats on the hook nearby rocking every time Kimberly arched and a toe bounced off the riser beneath her.