From Fantasy to Reality

These girls spend half their days wet. Not in the way people think. They live for those warm, slippery kisses on swollen lips, the slow slide of tongue through heat and slick. They can’t keep their minds off the taste. That’s why they fuck so often—because every time the want builds, they close the distance and ruin each other properly. One on her back, thighs spread wide. The other drinks like she’s starved. Soft smacks, wet moans, fingers gripping tight. They grind against willing mouths until the sheets are soaked and neither can speak without shaking.