Playful Girls

Valentina Nappi pressed Anita Bellini against the cool tile wall. Their mouths met—wet, open, hungry. Valentina slid two fingers between Anita’s lips first, then between her legs. Anita moaned into the kiss and rocked down on them, her cunt already slick and hot. She pulled Valentina’s shorts down with one hand, found her swollen clit, and rubbed slow circles until Valentina’s hips jerked. The shower hissed behind them. Steam rose. Anita dropped to her knees, pulled Valentina’s thigh over her shoulder, and licked her in long, deliberate strokes. Valentina steadied herself on the doorframe and watched the pale, perfect tongue disappear inside her again and again. They switched. Valentina bent Anita over the sink, spread her ass, and ate her from behind—slow and filthy. Anita reached back, grabbed Valentina’s hair, and ground herself on that tongue until her thighs started to shake. Valentina slipped two fingers into her cunt and felt the muscles flutter, then clench. Anita came hard, mouth open, breath fogging the mirror. Valentina stood, turned her around, lifted one of Anita’s legs onto the counter, and pushed inside her with three fingers while rubbing her own clit against Anita’s thigh. Anita reached down, trapped both of their wrists between their bodies, and stroked them together until Valentina groaned and came, fingers still buried deep, forehead pressed to Anita’s neck, cunt pulsing around nothing but air and the echo of their shared heartbeat.