Caught At The Kissing Booth

Ivy Wolfe kisses strangers for charity, her lips still warm when the next girl steps up. Danni stands a few places back, meeting Ivy's eyes, then slowly biting her lower lip. The glance passes like a promise. Their mouths meet. Ivy forgets the line. Her tongue slides deeper, and Danni answers with the same hunger. They press harder, hands finding each other's waist. Ivy moans quietly into the kiss, greedy now. "Hey, quit holding up the line!" someone calls. Ivy jerks back, breathless, laughing into the back of her hand. She smooths her hair, cheeks flushed. Danni walks away, a smile playing at her mouth. Minutes later, Ivy feels hands on the inside of her thighs. Danni is crouched behind the counter, sliding warm fingers under the hem of Ivy's shorts. She kisses the tender skin behind Ivy's knee while her fingertips trace the seam over Ivy's cunt. Ivy talks to her next customer, trying to keep her voice steady. The customer leans in for the kiss. Danni slips her hand beneath the waistband and rubs Ivy's clit, slow circles that make Ivy's hips twitch. Ivy opens her mouth to apologize, but the only sound that escapes is a short, ragged moan. "You, um... still open?" the customer asks. Through another moan, Ivy nods and drags the girl forward. She kisses the next customer while Danni drops Ivy's shorts to her ankles and licks her from behind, tongue curling over her clit in wet, deliberate strokes. The girl startles when she sees Danni's tongue work between Ivy's spread thighs, yet she leans back in to finish the kiss, tasting Ivy's quickened breath. Every customer who follows steps up to a flushed girl holding the counter, naked from the waist down, shuddering under the mouth of the girl no one sees. Ivy Wolfe, mouth open for every new pair of lips, caught with her pants literally around her ankles.