Tongue Games

Whitened skin slid against more skin as two women moved together with purpose. Whitney’s tongue circled a nipple, Kristy arched, breath cutting short. Their mouths met again, slick and tasting of skin. Hands pressed thighs open. Tongues dipped, finding heat and wetness that tasted sweeter with each stroke. One moment a kiss, the next a slow lick straight down the center of a swelling clit, nowhere left untouched. Every fold received attention, every shiver rewarded with another slow pass until breath broke into small sounds that made the room feel smaller. Fingers held hips in place while tongues searched deeper, lapping until taste and motion blurred together. Nothing delicate remained between them, only the constant exchange of wet mouths and trembling thighs, until each woman had been tasted completely, leaving streaks of shared slick drying on flushed skin.