Shhh... Let's Be Quiet

Kimora tells her parents goodnight and slips into her room, but Kimmy is already creeping through the window like they planned. Kimora presses a finger to her lips. Her parents are still moving around downstairs. Kimmy grins, nervous but turned on, then leans in to kiss her anyway. They touch each other over their clothes first—slow hands palming tits through thin cotton, thighs rubbing together. Kimmy slips off one sneaker and socks, lifting her bare foot so Kimora can kiss the arch and suck her toes, tongue flicking the soft skin between each one. Kimora moans, barely audible, while Kimmy bites her own wrist to stay quiet. Kimora peels Kimmy’s panties down and spreads her open on the bed, burying her face between Kimmy’s legs. Her tongue works in deliberate strokes, tasting, teasing. Kimmy’s thighs tremble. She grabs a fistful of sheet and breathes through her nose, but her hips keep rocking, pushing her wet cunt against Kimora’s mouth. Kimora slides two fingers in and pumps them while sucking her clit, the wet sounds growing louder despite their best efforts. Every gasp, every whispered curse edges them closer to getting caught—or coming apart completely.