X2

Sabrina wanted to taste Chapel's mouth for weeks but her courage kept evaporating each time she opened her lips. Schemes that looked thrilling in her head tangled at the last second, leaving her flustered and alone. So she simply walked to the door in nothing but her thin bra and lace panties. Her skin cooled in the hallway air. Chapel opened, breath stalled, then pulled her inside. Sabrina's fingers shook as she unhooked her bra, let it drop, let her breasts press warm against Chapel's chest. Their mouths met hard. Chapel's hands slid under the flimsy waistband, cupped Sabrina's ass, squeezed once, greedy. Clothes disappeared in impatient drags. They fell onto the bed with nothing between them but heat. Wet tongues circled stiff nipples, drew soft gasps. Thighs spread, hips lifted. Chapel's fingers traced down Sabrina's slick folds, parted them, rubbed slow circles until a throaty moan filled the room. Sabrina followed, slick palms gliding over Chapel's stomach, slipping between her legs, feeling the same heat, the same throb. They moved against each other until slickness spread and backs arched. Legs tangled. Labias met, slid, rocked, soaked the sheets. Short, quick pulses built into longer, slower rolls until climax rolled through them both, sharp then softer, leaving them shaking, wet, quiet.