Cheer Squad Slumber Parties #10

She kisses her hard. Blonde hair falls across a bare shoulder as their mouths open, tongues meeting with slow, wet hunger. Hands slide lower, gripping the curve of an ass marked with black ink. The tattooed brunette moans into the kiss, pressing forward until their bodies line up breast to breast. Pale skin brushes flushed skin, nipples tightening on contact. Fingers trace the edge of a natural breast, cupping the soft weight, squeezing until the other girl gasps and tilts her head back. Their mouths find each other again, hungry and open, saliva shining on their lips. The blonde’s tongue licks the brunette’s lower lip, then pushes past it, deeper, the way a kiss stops being polite and turns into sex. Every touch is deliberate, every breath a little shorter.