Just a kiss... or more!

It began with a kiss. Just one. The kind you give when you mean to stay in control, then another landed, slower, and another, wetter. Soon their mouths could not stay apart. Hands found skin, then slipped beneath fabric. Tongues played over teeth and lips until they tasted only heat. Neither girl stopped to wonder how far they would go. Urges raced ahead of thought. Anita pressed Kitty Jane into the sheets, thighs sliding over thighs, breasts brushing, nipples tightening at every touch. Fingers traced ribs, cupped the swell of ass, found the slick seam already open. They moved together in tight rhythm, hips rolling, breath breaking into soft cries. Taboos melted in the rush. Tongues flicked nipples, lips sucked, teeth grazed. Anita sank lower, spread Kitty Jane wide, and tasted her fully, deliberate strokes of her tongue drawing fresh wetness each time. Kitty Jane arched, hands in Anita’s hair, rocking against her mouth until the pleasure came hard and liquid. They switched, lost count, kept going. Bodies shone with sweat. Legs trembled, then locked tight again. When they finally collapsed, the sheets beneath them were damp, the room heavy with the sharp smell of sex. We caught every sound, every slick motion, every unguarded look.