Alex Coal & Candace Von

Candace heard the doorbell and answered wearing only an open silk robe. On her step stood Alex in her stiff Scout uniform, arms full of cookie boxes, cheeks still flushed from the summer heat. "That's SOOO cute," Candace purred. "You marching around the neighborhood in that little outfit. Do you like cookies?" Alex nodded, beaming. "You know that's not the only kind of box a girl has," Candace said softly. "What’s your favorite?" "Chocolate chip," Alex answered without thinking. "Mmm. I’ve got something warmer than those," Candace whispered, slipping her underwear down her thighs. "Close your eyes and picture your favorite cookie. Breathe it in." She lifted the warm scrap of cotton to Alex’s nose. The scent hit—salt, musk, sweet. "Smells amazing," Alex sighed. The blindfold of cotton slipped. Her gaze sharpened; she realized where the aroma came from and a blush swept up to her hairline. Candace let the robe fall, revealing a bare, glistening cunt. "Eat my cookie and I’ll buy every box." Alex dropped the cartons, sinking straight to her knees. "Yes—please," she breathed, already parting Candace’s lips with her tongue. Sweet, damp heat flooded her mouth. Fingers tangled in hair, hips rolled. She sucked the swollen clit, traced quick circles, then pushed two fingers inside, curling, stroking the spot that made Candace clench and gasp. Candace dragged her down to the floor, lips meeting lips, tasting each other between hungry kisses. They rolled, scissored, slick cunts sliding, clits catching with each frantic thrust until the sharp spasms came in short, wrecked cries. Neither girl counted, they simply kept switching—lick, suck, grind, finger-fuck—chasing a higher peak each round. Sweat slicked thighs, sheets twisted. When they finally collapsed, chests heaving, Alex rested her cheek against Candace’s thigh. "If I came by every week for a cookie exchange," she whispered, "we could keep doing this."