wet and puffy

Cayla and Erika had been circling each other at the studio, tension thick enough to taste. Both had been curious about girls for a while. We gave them the room. They didn’t waste it. Erika starts alone, pressing the suction pump against her pussy until the lips swell and darken, so plump they ache. That’s when Cayla walks in. She takes one look and sinks to her knees. Fingers first—slow, deliberate—then her mouth. She licks and sucks like she’s been waiting weeks. Erika arches, breathing harder, the sound wet and urgent. They move together like they’ve done this a hundred times. Cayla’s tongue works in steady strokes while her fingers stay buried, coaxing out every twitch and shiver. Erika’s thighs tremble. Neither pretends to be shy. The air grows heavy with the sound of slick skin and shallow gasps, the kind that come when want finally gets what it’s after.