Girls in White #02

The party doesn't let up. Rooms are taken. A couch in the quiet corner becomes their refuge. Two women sit, drinks in hand, laughing softly beneath the low lights. One wears black—tight, short, riding high on pale thighs. The other is in white, silky, sheer where the fabric stretches over her breasts. They trade glances. Words drop away. The blonde in black leans in first, mouth open, tongue sliding against the other woman’s as their hands begin to wander. Fingers slip beneath hems, tracing warm skin. The woman in white parts her legs, breathing faster, and black lace panties come down in a quick tug. The one in white drops to the cushions, dress pushed to her waist. The blonde in black kneels between her thighs and licks slow, deliberate circles around her swollen clit, then presses her tongue flat and firm. The woman in white gasps, grabs fistfuls of blonde hair, hips rolling into each wet stroke. She tastes salt and heat. The blonde moans into her, tasting the pulse of her arousal, one hand stroking her own slick pussy through soaked fabric. They move together, rhythmic, hungry, lost in the steady, wet rhythm of tongue on cunt and the slick sounds of fingers sliding deep inside both of them at once.