Egg Hunt

Luci and Willow swore chocolate was an aphrodisiac. Whoever heard that story dropped eggs in the grass like some randy bunny. They wandered the yard, hips brushing, hunting sweets. Their panties were already clinging to wet folds. The chocolate never stood a chance. After a handful of candies, they peeled the flimsy lace down each other’s thighs and ate from the source—hot tongues lapping swollen lips, flicking clits, pushing inside. They fucked with quick, shameless strokes, fingers knuckle-deep and moaning around slick skin. When they came, it rolled through them in waves, leaving them limp, sticky, and grinning in the sunlight.