Pussy Sounds Better With BFFs

Alexis hears the music first. Nostalgic notes drift through the room and she looks across at Lana, a flicker of mischief sparking in her eyes. She drops to her knees without hesitation. One hand eases Lana’s thighs apart, the other already working at the zipper of her jeans. She leans in and licks once, slow and deliberate, tasting her through the thin cotton of her panties. A soft sound escapes Lana—half gasp, half laugh—and Alexis peels the fabric down. The music swells. Lana opens wider and Alexis buries her tongue deeper, tracing every wet fold before circling her clit with a precise, hungry pressure. Moans start to tangle with guitar chords. Lana’s fingers thread through blond hair and push her closer; Alexis answers with harder flicks and steady suction, never breaking the rhythm Lana set with her song.