Where's My Dress?

Aubrey owns half the mall. Still, one dress matters tonight. She tears through drawers and calls her mother, then every number in her phone. August answers. She feels bad. She drives straight over with the black-and-white stripes in a bag, then sees the real problem: Aubrey looks too undone. August steps in, fingers combing through auburn hair, whispering how pretty Aubrey already is. The talk turns warm, then hot. They practice kissing, tongues testing how much they dare. Panties slide off. August bares small, soft tits, and Aubrey gasps at their shape. She answers by spreading August's thighs, piercing tongue stroking the slick pink flesh until Aubrey trembles against her mouth. Aubrey pulls back, pushes August to the bed, and licks her in return, tasting salt-sweet skin, sucking gently on her swollen clit. August climbs higher, straddling Aubrey's face, grinding while her fingers circle Aubrey's shaved pussy. Aubrey's moans die inside her, vibrating through August until they both break, August crying out and Aubrey gasping into wet heat.