Lies Diary Of A Slut: Scene 5

Breanne and Sunny gravitate toward one another whenever they’re both in the same room. Clothes peel away—mostly by impatient hands—and they hit the sheets already wet. Breanne leans in first, tongue sliding up the length of Sunny’s slit with one long, decisive lick that leaves Sunny moaning. Sunny answers by slipping two fingers inside Breanne and pumping them fast, wrist flicking the spot that always makes Breanne arch. They trade places without words. One second Sunny’s face is buried between Breanne’s thighs, sucking her clit; the next, Breanne is on her back, legs spread wide while Sunny straddles her face and grinds down. Slick. The sound carries. They keep the pace frantic—tongues working deep, hips bucking, moans torn from raw throats—until Breanne’s thighs shake around Sunny’s head and Sunny’s slick spills hot across Breanne’s lips. Both bodies tighten at once. Sunny stiffens first, pleasure ripping through her in short, harsh spasms; Breanne follows seconds later, clenching around three of Sunny’s fingers, an unmistakable spasm that draws a broken, final cry from her. Wet, flushed, and still twitching, they lie tangled together, slow kisses easing them back down.