Party preparations

Sophie and I ditched the party idea. Nothing in our closets felt right, so we stripped the effort away. Stayed in. Just us. She pulled her dress over her head and let it drop. I did the same. Skin against air, bare thighs, the soft sway of our breasts as we stood there naked. We didn’t bother with panties either. It felt cleaner that way. She stretched on the couch, legs parted just enough to show the pink between them. I knelt down, ran my tongue along her slit until her taste coated my lips. She tasted warm, slightly sweet. Her hand threaded through my hair, pressing me closer, hips lifting against my mouth. I sucked gently, then harder. Her cunt fluttered when she came, soft and quick, a low moan caught in her throat. Afterward, we switched. I lay back, legs open, and she buried her face between them. Her tongue worked fast and greedy. I felt myself tighten, then release, slick heat spreading over her chin. We didn’t need clothes or music or guests. Just that simple, open wetness between us and the lazy repetition of tongue and finger until we lost count.