The It Girl - Part 1

They tangle on the couch, mouths locked. Monique's fingers slip between Jenna's thighs while Jenna's reach for her, both of them rubbing and stroking in lazy circles that grow quicker, wetter. Monique pushes two fingers deep, feeling Jenna clamp down, hot and slick around the intrusion. Jenna answers with her own hand, sliding inside her without hesitation. Their tongues meet between breaths. Their hips rock forward, chasing more pressure, more friction. A slow grind gives way to something quicker, fingers moving in time, the couch creaking beneath the weight of their bodies.