Girlztown #01

Two girls meet in the library and their glances say more than words. The blonde pulls the brunette closer, lips parting over hers, slow at first, then deeper. Their mouths open, tongues sliding, wet and insistent. Fingers tug at buttons, shirts fall open. Natural breasts meet bare skin, the blonde’s pale nipples already tight. They sink onto the low coffee table, hips rocking, the brunette’s tattooed arm locked around the blonde’s waist. The wood creaks under them as they grind, mouths never parting for long. Later they tumble to the couch, the brunette on her back, the blonde straddling her thigh, riding it with slow rolls of her hips. Sweat gathers between their breasts. When the couch gives them no more room, they slip to the floor, bodies flushed, hair loose. Kisses grow rougher, legs tangle, the tattooed brunette holding the blonde’s wrists above her head while their tongues taste each other again.