Eek!

Kyler and Kylie sat barefoot on the kitchen counter, legs swinging, coffee cooling beside them. Their tank tops clung in the heat, nipples pressing through thin cotton. They talked about nothing until the mouse darted under the fridge. Kyler yelped and grabbed the broom. "Kill it," she hissed. Kylie shook her head, grinning. "You said I’m the scary one, remember?" She slid off the counter, cropped tee riding up to bare the underside of her tits. Kyler’s voice dropped. "Eat my pussy and I’ll take the mouse out." Kylie looked at her, slow, eyes heavy. "Right here?" "Right now." Kyler pushed her shorts down. The fabric caught on her ankle, then dropped. She spread her thighs on the cool granite, cunt already slick and flushed. Kylie stepped between her knees, dropped to the tile, and ran her tongue once, flat and firm, from Kyler’s entrance to her clit. Kyler gasped, fingers tightening on the edge of the counter. Kylie sucked the swollen bud between her lips, two fingers sliding inside without hesitation. Wet sounds filled the kitchen—slick, rhythmic, shameless. Kyler rocked against her mouth, one heel digging into Kylie’s bare shoulder. Kylie fucked her steady, tongue flicking, lips sealing around her clit until Kyler came hard, thighs trembling, a small dark stain spreading under her on the stone. When she could speak again, breath still uneven, she whispered, "Mouse first. Then round two."