Like a tsunami

They’ve licked each other plenty of times, yet every time still rolls over them like a wave—hot, unstoppable, slick. Iwia spreads Victoria open with both thumbs, mouth open and hungry as she drinks what’s already running out. Victoria grips the sheets, thighs twitching, then leans in and drags her tongue across Iwia’s clit in one slow, wet stroke. Their hips rock in the same rhythm now, soft grunts and little gasps mixing as they suck, finger, grind, chasing the same thick, glossy finish that leaves their mouths and chins and thighs shining. The sheets grow damper by the minute, the scent of slick skin heavy in the air. When they finally peak, it hits in tight, full-body flutters—each woman shaking against the other’s mouth, holding on until the shakes ease down to soft, satisfied sighs and lazy kisses on trembling skin.