Girls will be girls

Girls won't change. They keep it quiet, but they hunger for tenderness. The lightest touch. Fingers drawn slowly across smooth skin. Tongues flicking, teasing the soft places that make them tremble. When a man won't do it, they turn to each other, giving and taking with hunger. Jayden's slender hand cups Heather's breast, her thumb stroking the nipple until it hardens. Heather moans, pulls Jayden closer, her mouth finding the warm flesh between Jayden's thighs. She licks with slow, deliberate strokes, then faster, sucking the swollen clit between her lips. Jayden gasps, hips rolling against Heather's mouth. Heather's fingers slide inside, twisting, finding that hidden spot and rubbing it relentlessly. Jayden's thighs shake. She comes with a broken sound, body arching. Heather doesn't stop. She drinks it in, tongue working, fingers pumping until Jayden's second climax hits harder. Their bodies gleam with sweat. Breathless, they switch places, mouths and hands hungry again.