Cuties

Laney Day carries a stack of clothes for Luci Q. She helps fasten the bra, then lets her mouth drift. A slow lick over each nipple. A kiss, open and wet, that tastes like heat and lip gloss. Their bodies press. Skin slides against skin. Breasts meet, hips turn, hands wander. Laney slides behind, spins her, and plants a firm palm on the round swell of Luci’s ass. The slaps land—five, six—until the skin blooms warm and pink. Luci whimpers, but the sound slips into a grin. Now she takes charge. Slick fingers coated, she opens Laney with a careful press. One knuckle, then two, gliding past the tight ring while her other hand cups heavy breasts, squeezing. Bodies tangle on the bed, thighs braced, breath ragged, the soft slap of skin on skin quickening until they crest together in a slick, shuddering rush that leaves them grinning, flushed, undone.