Taken Care Of

Freya Parker and Katrina Colt press together on the bed, hands roaming like they’ve been waiting all week. Freya’s auburn hair spills across the pillow while Katrina’s fingers slide beneath the waistband of her panties, pulling them down slow. The thin cotton is already damp. Freya lifts her hips, lets the fabric go, and Katrina smiles at the thick patch of dark hair between her thighs. She parts the lips with two fingers, finds the slick heat, and circles it with slow, steady strokes. Freya exhales hard, then grabs Katrina’s wrist and guides her lower. Katrina sinks one finger in, then another, thumb resting on the swollen clit as she works deeper. Freya’s legs fall wider, small breasts rising with every breath, nipples hard. When Katrina leans in and licks upward in one long stroke, Freya’s fingers knot in her dark hair and pull her closer. The room fills with the wet sounds of tongue and cunt, punctuated by soft, urgent moans. Freya rocks her hips, grinding against Katrina’s mouth until her thighs shake and she comes in short, breathless spasms.