Girl Squad

The two women arched against each other, mouths open, hips grinding. One pushed the other onto her back and spread her thighs wide, then dropped low and dragged her tongue through slick folds already swollen and wet. Her mouth found the hard bud of the clit and circled it slow at first, then faster, sucking gently, then harder. The woman beneath her trembled and grabbed fistfuls of hair, pulling her closer. They switched, her turn to lie back and part her knees. Fingers slipped inside at the same moment a tongue pressed hot and flat over her opening. Spit and slickness mixed, ran down, coated everything. The first woman came with a rough cry, legs locking around the shoulders pressed between them. They shifted again, thighs tangled, cunts pressed together now. Clit against clit, wet heat sliding, grinding faster, gasps rising in the dark. Neither could stop. Both soaked through and coming again before the room stopped spinning.