Among girls

Blue Angel and Aleksa crash into each other. Hands slide over bare skin, mouths follow. They suck each other's nipples, slow then greedy, tongues dragging until the flesh glistens. The wet, sticky sound of them licking is louder than the music that isn't there. Aleksa drops first, knees on the bench. She spreads Blue Angel open, presses her mouth to the slick pink, sucking the clit like she's been waiting hours. Blue Angel's hips jerk. Fingers slip inside—two, then three—pumping deep while her tongue circles the swollen bud. Juice runs down Aleksa's wrist. Blue Angel turns it around. She buries her face between Aleksa's thighs and eats like she wants every drop. Both blondes have their thighs slick now. They take turns sliding fingers in, curling them against that soft spot that makes legs shake, and each time one pulls them out they shove the wet fingers into the other's mouth. Their pussies glisten, swollen and dark pink, lips parting wider with every wet thrust. They keep licking, fingering, moaning, chasing each orgasm until their thighs tremble and the bench under them catches every drop they can't hold in.