Tickle Me Pink

Ray was buried in her phone, lost in the scroll, until Lucy's finger stabbed right into her ribs. She poked and prodded, relentless, until Ray snapped the screen shut and caught her wrist. Then everything ignited. A wild tangle of limbs and squeals erupted, bodies twisting over one another, knees hooked around thighs, fingers seeking every soft spot that made the other jerk and gasp. Ray tried to pin Lucy down, but the smaller girl flipped her, pressing her against the bed, and the fight dissolved into something hotter, wetter. Mouths met hard, teeth clicking, tongues pushing deep. Lucy's hand slipped under Ray's shirt, cupped her breast, thumb flicking over the hard nipple, and Ray moaned into the kiss like she'd been starving for it. They ground against each other, hips rocking, breath getting ragged. Clothes came off in impatient tugs until both were bare and flushed. Lucy pushed Ray onto her back, straddled her, and sank down onto the thick strap she'd buckled between her own thighs. She rode hard and fast, every slap of skin loud, sweat gleaming on her collarbones. Ray gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her, while Lucy leaned down to suck on her neck, biting just enough to leave marks. The pace broke only when Ray flipped them again, driving the strap into Lucy from above, her forearm braced beside Lucy's head as she fucked her through every moan and whimper. The room smelled like sex and sweat. They came undone tangled together, shaking, laughing breathlessly into each other's mouths like brats who already knew they'd do it all again.