pillow fight

Victoria and Tarra turn a silly pillow fight into something else entirely. The feathers settle. They move closer. Their mouths find each other, slow and wet. Hands slip beneath silk, tracing bare skin. Tarra's fingers graze the inside of Victoria's thigh, then higher. A gasp, a tongue against a stiff nipple. Victoria spreads her legs, guiding Tarra's hand between them. The blonde slides two fingers inside, knuckles glistening as she works them in and out. She curls her wrist and strokes until Victoria's hips buck against her palm. Then Victoria rolls her, flips their positions, and puts her mouth to work. She licks broad stripes up Tarra's cunt, tongue circling her clit while her fingers press deep. Tarra moans, thighs tightening around Victoria's face, pulling her in harder. Sweat beads between their breasts. Their breath turns ragged. The sheets are already damp.