Imperfect Angels #04

Samantha knocked on Bobbi's door. She came to chat about Magdalene, some mutual infatuation they'd started swapping messages about. Bobbi opened the door in a half-buttoned blouse and let her in. Small talk lasted less than a minute. Samantha grabbed Bobbi by the hips and backed her against the wall. Their mouths met hard. The hem of Bobbi's shirt rode up under Samantha's hands. Bobbi tugged the blouse off completely and steered her down the hall. They landed on the bed, legs tangled, skirts hiked to their waists. Bobbi slipped two fingers into Samantha first, slow and steady, wrist rolling with each stroke. Samantha matched the rhythm, sliding inside Bobbi at the same pace, feeling her clench every time knuckles brushed her entrance. Their thumbs circled tight little clits. Neither rushed the other. They eased up, drawing sharp moans, then pushed again. Sweat slicked their thighs. Samantha curled her fingers and Bobbi answered by dragging teeth down the side of her neck. Breasts pressed together. Bobbi licked Samantha's nipple, drew it between her lips, and gave a soft suck that sent a pulse straight between Samantha's legs. They stayed locked, fingers deep and wet, hips rolling until the room filled with the sound of skin on skin and breath breaking into small, helpless cries.