Schoolgirls

Freya Parker pins Chanel Camryn against the study table. The brunette peels the blonde’s blouse open and sucks one pale nipple, hard. Chanel answers by sliding two fingers under Freya’s skirt, straight into the wet heat between her legs. Freya’s pussy grips every knuckle, clenching in time with her own quick tongue strokes over Chanel’s clit. Blonde hair spills across textbooks. Brunette strands fall across a flushed cheek. Chanel rocks her hips, rides Freya’s hand until the knuckles glisten, then rolls her over. She spreads Freya open and licks long, lazy stripes from entrance to clit. Freya’s thighs quiver, then clamp around Chanel’s head when the first hard pulse hits. She moans, pulls Chanel up, tastes herself on those lips, and answers with two fingers buried deep and curling fast. Sweat beads between natural breasts. The table creaks. They keep at it—fingering, licking, chasing the next orgasm—until the dorm lights blur and nothing else exists.