Something New

Yuri Love and Breanne Benson stood before the swing, bodies already humming. They had never touched each other on it. Now the thought alone made their skin flush. They stepped closer, mouths meeting first in a slow, wet kiss, tongues gliding, saliva glistening on their lips. Breanne broke away to kneel between Yuri's thighs, spreading her wide. Yuri gripped the chains, knees bent, feet barely touching the floor. Breanne's tongue found her pussy and dragged through it. Wet. Warm. She licked long and firm, then sucked at the swollen lips, pulling them into her mouth before letting them slip free. Yuri's hips jerked. The swing swayed, carrying her cunt forward into Breanne's eager tongue again and again. Yuri pulled Breanne up, spun her around, and laid her back across the seat. She dropped to her knees. Her mouth met Breanne's slick folds with a sharp, hungry sound. Tongue pressed inside, nose buried in her scent. Breanne moaned and reached down to hold Yuri's head, grinding her pussy against Yuri's mouth in time with the swing's gentle rock. Each thrust of hips sent soft wet lips sliding over eager tongues. Every motion slicker than the last. Sweat beaded on their skin, and the scent of sex grew thick in the air. They did not speak. Only the sounds of breath and licking filled the room, punctuated by the faint creak of chains as the swing moved beneath them.