Fucking Girls #08, Scene #02

Marica and London start the morning like schoolgirls who should know better. They lick the same ice pop, passing it back and forth until the stick is slick with spit, then they kiss to see whose mouth tastes sweeter. London’s tongue finds Marica’s small brown nipples. Marica answers by taking London’s whole breast in her mouth, cheeks hollowing. Feet come next: London sucks on Marica’s painted toes, tongue sliding between each joint like she’s cleaning frosting. Spitting, they swap. On their knees they spread each other open. Marica’s tongue traces the tight ring of London’s ass, pushes inside; London mirrors her, nosing deeper, moaning against warm flesh. When the double-ended dildo comes out, they don’t ease in. They press back to back, ass to ass, and work the thick shaft until both holes grip it knuckle-deep. Their hips rock—slow at first, then harder—until the slap of skin keeps time with their breathing. They come like that, clenching, backs arching, the toy trapped between them.