Sandy, the Seducer

A bright afternoon at Sandy's place. Heat clings to the skin. Sandy and Kourtney Kane lounge in the early summer light, two beautiful women alone with nothing but bare legs and plans. Sandy has the art of getting a friend naked down cold. This time, it's Kourtney's turn. She leans in close, fingers sliding along Kourtney's thigh, parting her knees with the quiet ease of someone who has done this before. Clothes come off in pieces. A breast freed, a nipple taken between expert lips. Kourtney arches, the heat coiling through her as Sandy's hand slips between her legs, finding her slick and open. Sandy plays with that wet heat—two fingers sinking deep, then curling until Kourtney gasps and spreads wider. Then her mouth follows, lips parting around Kourtney's swollen clit, tongue working in steady circles while two fingers press upward in a sure, greedy rhythm. Kourtney's hips rock hard. Her breath catches. She comes with a sharp cry, thighs shaking around Sandy's head. Sandy stays there, licking her through the aftershocks, drawing every last tremor from her trembling body.