We Like Girls - Siri & Ana

Siri Dahl showed up ten minutes early. She stood in the doorway grinning, already half undressed. Ana Foxxx spotted her and couldn’t stop smiling. She had spent the morning thinking about getting her hands on this woman, and now here she was. Ana’s skin prickled—actual goosebumps—while she watched Siri slip out of her robe. She’d called Siri one of the prettiest girls in the business and the compliment still burned in her cheeks. They wasted no time finding each other. Mouths met, hips pressed, fingers traced damp skin. Siri took Ana’s breast in her palm, brushed the nipple until it tightened, then leaned in to taste it. Ana’s breath caught, sharp, quick. They dropped to the bed without hurry, but without hesitation either—two women who knew exactly why they were there. At one point Siri giggled and threw up her fist. Rock, paper, scissors, best of three. They laughed, chests rising against each other, then Siri won and settled between Ana’s thighs like a prize she’d earned. Her tongue found Ana’s clit in long, slow strokes, pausing only when Ana’s legs started to tremble. Ana curled her fingers into Siri’s hair, urging her deeper, murmuring things that never quite formed into words. Later Ana rolled Siri onto her back, slid two fingers inside, and curled them until Siri’s hips bucked hard against her hand. Wet sounds filled the quiet room—slick, steady, rhythmic. Siri came first, a slow wave that left her laughing, then Ana followed, grinding down on Siri’s open mouth until her thighs shook and her breath broke into pieces. They played another round of rock, paper, scissors between orgasms, naked and flushed, still touching wherever they could reach. Neither of them kept score.