Swim Meet Part Two: My Trophy

Fresh off their win, Kate and Rebel fall through the front door, laughing and clutching each other. Clothes come off in seconds. Rebel drops to her knees, pulls Kate's suit the rest of the way down, and latches onto one stiff nipple, sucking until Kate's back arches. Rebel climbs up, locks her thighs around Kate's waist, and gets thrown onto the bed for her trouble. Kate pries Rebel's legs apart, slides two fingers through her smooth slit, and pumps until Rebel pants "Don't stop." Kate flips onto hands and knees next, spreads herself wide. Rebel sinks a finger to the knuckle, then buries her tongue—wet, steady, merciless—until Kate shudders and comes with a broken cry. They roll again, thighs tangled, cunts locked and rocking, slick and frantic, until they finish together, hips bucking, breath ragged. Somewhere in the distance a floorboard creaks, but neither girl slows. They've earned this.