Some pussy grinding...

When Carla shows up, the clothes come off fast. Her pussy is already wet when I slide two fingers through the folds and press my tongue flat against her clit. I know exactly how she likes to be licked. Short strokes that finish with a slow circle. A suck that draws the bud between my lips. It never takes long before she stiffens, then comes with her thighs shaking and a low, broken sound in her throat. But the real pleasure waits until later. We lock together at the hips, legs scissored tight. Each woman slick against the other. I roll my pelvis once, twice, and feel the heat slide over my own clit. We find a rhythm, rocking slow then harder, until our cunts make a wet, kissing sound every time they meet. Sweat pools in the hollow of her back. Her nipples scrape mine. There is nothing else in the room but skin and need and the steady, determined grind of hips chasing the next shared climax.