girl power

Lara and Frida know their way around each other. Movie night fades when clothes come off and they’re down to bras and panties, mouths already locked. Hands roam, tongues slide deep, bodies tightening with every breath. Frida can’t keep her lips off Lara’s small, tight tits, sucking until the nipples stand stiff and wet. Lara drops lower, her tongue parting Frida’s folds, two fingers sliding in and out in lazy rhythm. The vibrator hums between them next, pressed where their bodies meet, and both girls rock against it, thighs trembling. They switch back and forth—mouth, fingers, toy—driving each other over again and again. When it’s over they stay tangled, breathing steady, hands stroking slow circles across damp skin, mouths curved in quiet, satisfied smiles.