Panty Fantasy

Bree stuffs the first pair into Isha, silk disappearing between wet folds while the other girl braces against the washing machine. They count under their breath. One. Two. Three. More fabric slides in, Isha's hips shifting, breath catching each time her cunt stretches around another handful. Bree's turn comes next. She pulls her knees wider, lets Isha push lace and cotton deeper until her belly feels full. Both women are grinning, flushed. When they pull the panties out, each damp scrap drags along swollen flesh, leaving Isha's slit shiny and open. The last pair clings, stretched tight across her clit. They don't get far with the experiment. Isha drops to the tile first, pulls Bree's thigh over her shoulder and licks hard, fast, hungry. Bree answers with two fingers shoved deep into her friend's cunt, fucking in the rhythm that makes Isha clench and swear. They trade places, trade tastes. A slap lands sharp on a bare ass. Mouths meet again, wet and open, while fingers keep working, knuckles brushing where panties have already opened them wide.