Get You Wet

They step out of the shower still damp, but not quite done. One of them bends over the edge of the bed, skirt hitched up and legs spread wide. The other kneels behind her, pressing her mouth to the warm, swollen lips between her thighs. Each stroke of her tongue moves slow, deliberate, tracing the length of the other’s slit before flicking at the tight little bud of her clit. The girl receiving it moans, pushing her hips back, grinding against that eager mouth like she’s already forgotten whatever plans they made for the night. When the first girl can’t stand just taking it, she spins around and drags her partner up to the bathroom counter. The faucet is still running, the tile cool under bare skin. One of them hops up, thighs apart, and the other presses in close, fingers sliding through slick folds while her tongue works her harder. They lose themselves in it—wet mouths and wet fingers and slick thighs sliding against each other, the only sound the steady beat of dripping water and the raw noises escaping their throats.