We Love Tribbing: Part Two

Lola wakes to the scent of butter and coffee. Candy’s already moving around the kitchen in nothing but yesterday’s panties. Soft morning light stretches over both of them. They meet in that strip of sunlight, mouths finding each other without hurry. Kisses deepen, and Lola steers Candy backward until the girl’s bare hips meet the counter. Lola palms Candy’s round ass, feeling heat rise through the thin cotton. Their rhythm stays slow, deliberate. She tugs one small breast free, thumb circling the stiffening nipple. Candy answers by sliding Lola’s lacy top down; cool air kisses both girls’ breasts. Lola lowers her mouth, draws the tight bud between her lips, sucks softly. Candy’s breath catches. She rocks forward, hungry now. Lola lifts Candy onto the kitchen table, plates pushed aside, and climbs between open thighs. Their bellies press, hips seeking more skin, more pressure. Lola parts her legs so Candy’s thigh slips against the soaked front of her panties; the fabric catches and drags. They strip the damp things off. Lola sinks between Candy’s knees and licks her, tongue gliding, circling, then pushing in deep. Candy moans low and needy. She arches, grinding against Lola’s mouth. After a few moments Candy switches angles, slick fingers parting Lola’s shaved lips, two digits easing inside to pump in slow, sure strokes. Lola gasps, thighs trembling. She returns the favor with her mouth and fingers together, tongue flicking hard while she fingers Candy harder still, urging her to the edge until both girls lose their steady rhythm in sharp, wet pulses.