Cheer Squad Slumber Parties #02

Abby's gaze lingers on Jessie, uncertainty rippling through her chest. She's never seen this hunger in Jessie's eyes before, this deliberate confidence that sends heat crawling under Abby's skin. A year passes in pieces—first with stolen glances, then with hands that linger longer, then with mouths that find new places to land. By the time Abby stops pulling away, her knees sink into the mattress. Jessie's hands grip her thighs from behind, spreading them wider. Every inch of her folds bares open under Jessie's mouth, slick and trembling. Abby's breathing comes fast as Jessie eats her slowly, deliberately, tongue stroking upward until Abby's thighs shake. She pushes back against the pressure without thinking, and Jessie groans into her. Later, Jessie's strap slides in hard while Abby straddles her. Sweat beads between her breasts. Abby rides slow at first, adjusting, then faster once the thick length hits the right angle again and again. Her hands cling to Jessie's shoulders. Jessie's fingers dig into Abby's waist, guiding her down, urging her deeper, every thrust wet, every sound raw.