Best Birthday Ever 1

It's Scarlett's birthday, and Maya shows up with a bottle of chilled Veuve and that look that always means trouble. The dress she wore is already half off by the time the cork pops. Scarlett kicks the door shut, grabs Maya by the waist, and pulls her in for a deep, wet kiss. Maya tastes like champagne and lipstick. Clothes fall where they land—silk pooling on the hardwood, a bra hooked over the dining chair. Maya's hands are everywhere at once, cupping Scarlett's tits, sliding down her stomach, slipping between her thighs to find her already slick. Scarlett pushes Maya onto the couch and straddles her, grinding slow and hard, her cunt rubbing hot against Maya's thigh. Maya sucks one nipple, then the other, teeth grazing just enough to make Scarlett gasp. She slides two fingers inside her, thumb working tight circles over her clit while Scarlett rides her hand, breath coming faster. Maya's other hand grips Scarlett's ass, spreading her wider, fucking her deeper. Scarlett comes with a sharp cry, thighs shaking, pussy clenching hard around those fingers. She doesn't stop moving. She reaches down, finds Maya's cunt just as wet, and pushes three fingers inside, curling them until Maya's back arches off the cushions. They fuck each other like that—fast, messy, desperate—until both of them are trembling and spent, lips bruised, skin flushed, the Veuve forgotten on the counter.