Two of a Kind

Avril and Presley know exactly what they want from each other. Hands trace curves, lips meet with open hunger. They trade long, slow kisses that turn wet and open, tongues meeting in the middle. Presley pushes Avril onto her back and spreads her thighs, tongue moving in tight, measured strokes across her clit until Avril’s hips begin to twitch. Avril returns the favor moments later, sucking gently on Presley’s swollen lips before focusing right where the pulse is strongest. They shift again. Presley grinds down softly onto Avril’s mouth while Avril fingers herself in rhythm. A slim pink toy slips into view, pressed to Presley’s entrance and twisted in lazy circles until she’s dripping onto the sheets. Yet they set it aside. Nothing matches the velvet heat of a real tongue tracing every fold and teasing every nerve. They stay locked between each other’s legs for a long time, pace rising and falling with each gasp and murmur. Pleasure moves in waves. They come against each other’s mouths, trembling and wet, then start again.