Twat-tasters

These girls might say they're curious, but the moment they touch, tongues slide fast between thighs and fingers find slick heat. Mouths lock onto wet folds. Hips roll in steady rhythm. Nothing shy in how they taste each other, no hesitations in the sounds they make. A slick sheen spreads across parted lips. Breasts press close, nipples brush skin. One girl spreads her knees wider. The other dips her tongue deeper. Short gasps turn to long moans. Bodies twist in quick positions, then settle. Sweat beads, then drips. They keep going until the bed sheets twist beneath them and time slips away in a string of gasping, greedy climaxes.