The Asian Connection part 1

Brandy always woke hungry for heat. Especially when the body warming her sheets belonged to Katsuni. Their tongues met before their names did. They moved like they had mapped each other already, tasting throat, collarbone, the tight curl of a nipple. Brandy sucked until it glistened, then slid lower, spreading Katsuni open with two steady thumbs so she could press her mouth against the swollen seam and drink the first slow pulse that slicked her chin. Katsuni answered with her own greedy fingers, burying them knuckle-deep until Brandy rocked and swore into the sheets. Neither noticed the door ease wider until the third shadow crossed the foot of the bed. By then, thighs were already glistening and the air smelled like sex and skin. Whoever stepped inside closed the latch softly behind them, already unbuttoning as the two women paused only long enough to glance up, lips parted, wet, wanting more.