Cheer Squad Slumber Parties #02

Lexi winces on the sofa. She pulls her skirt a notch higher, shows the red mark blooming just above her knee. "It still stings," she murmurs. India lowers herself, fingertips hovering, then pressing, finding heat beneath the skin. Her breath catches once, steady once more. "Show me where it hurts." The fabric shifts aside in increments. India’s mouth follows the same path—close, measured, careful until contact sends a brief, sharp sound from Lexi’s lips. Then India stays, licking the tender flesh clean before straying upward, tracing warmer flesh and settling between parted thighs. Lexi slides a hand behind India’s neck, keeps her there, thigh tucked against her cheek as pressure builds and thickens into slow, sure rhythm.