Girl's Got Game

Eva Sedona stares at her screen like the rest of the world has disappeared. She's good at this. Twenty-fifth in the world and she's fifteen. Games let her talk trash without anybody staring at her face. April O'Neil doesn't stare either; she just watches the score climb. "Winner drives the loser anywhere for a week," April says. "Or the loser shows me her tits." Eva smirks, already sure she's faster on the stick. Two minutes later the score says otherwise. Eva’s fingers slow. April reaches over, cups the smaller breasts, and rolls the nipples until they stand tight. April pulls her own shirt off. Eva leans in, tongue flicking a stiff nipple, tasting sweat and perfume. Mouths meet; April’s tongue pushes past Eva’s teeth, wet and insistent. Hands slide under waistbands. Eva lifts her hips so April can tug the shorts free, then spreads her knees without shame. April drops between Eva’s thighs and licks. Slow drags, then quick flicks, until Eva’s back bows and she comes with a choked gasp. The tremor barely fades before April swings a leg over Eva’s shoulder and presses her own cunt to Eva’s mouth. Eva grips April’s ass and eats, sloppy and eager. April rocks, clasping her own tits, until her thighs shake and a loud moan fills the room. They trade places twice more, each girl licking and grinding until the cushions are damp and their voices hoarse. When Carmen finally knocks, Eva’s chin still glistens and April is catching her breath in the corner of the couch.