Sweet Interlude

Cayla and Holly kiss like girls who know exactly what they want. Tongues slide, lips part. Holly’s hand finds the soft heat between Cayla’s thighs and presses through soaked lace, rubbing until Cayla’s hips lift and chase the friction. They strip each other slowly at first, then quicker, fingers trembling on zippers and clasps until both blondes are bare, pink nipples tight and aching for touch. Holly drops between Cayla’s spread legs and licks in long, unhurried strokes, tongue curling around her clit, dipping low to fuck inside her slick cunt. Cayla moans loud and holds Holly’s head, grinding against that wicked mouth. Then they switch, Cayla getting on all fours so she can bury her face in Holly’s dripping pussy while two of her fingers curl inside, working that spot that makes Holly curse and shake. They trade places again and again, tongues lapping, fingers plunging, soft blonde hair brushing bare bellies. Each girl rides fingers and tongues until their thighs shake and they come hard—wet mouths still slick from each other, backs arching, every nerve singing. They don’t stop until both of them are spent and glistening.