Touch Me - Part 3

Two women stretch across a deep, wide couch, thighs sliding open in slow invitation. One slips her hand between the other’s legs, fingers working in steady circles, teasing out a hard little bead. The touch is firmer now, brushing side to side, slick with every stroke. The second girl answers in kind, flattening her palm, then drawing a firm line that makes the first one lift her hips. They find their tempo, breaths hissing together. Then mouths replace fingers. A warm, soft tongue drags from slick entrance to swollen tip, licking broad and slow before settling in quick, precise laps. The other answers with small, greedy sucks, sealing around flesh and letting her tongue flick underneath. They keep working each other, hips twitching, thighs trembling against the cushions, lost in the wet, steady rhythm of licking and rubbing.