Feelin' Peachy

Kari and Kristy are lost in each other right now. Nothing else matters but the warmth they pull from each other's skin. One sinks between spread thighs, tongue working the slick seam in slow, steady strokes, the other gasping as her hips rise to meet it. They take turns, faces wet, breath short. Orgasm rips through, then another before the first has fully faded. Faces shine, thighs tremble, and still they press back in, mouths open and hungry, chasing the next wave until their bodies give out under the weight of pleasure.