Leg affair

Fingers trace up bare thighs, skin warm under the slow drag. One girl presses her sole to the other’s calf, kneading, watching the muscle give. It’s innocent for a minute, then the pressure deepens, toes flex, and the air shifts. She slides her foot higher, until the arch meets the curve of a lace-covered hip, then dips inside. The lace parts easily. Fingers follow, slipping between damp folds while ankles lock together. The girl with the bigger curve rolls onto her stomach, ass lifted, and her friend’s tongue finds the small of her back, then lower, teeth grazing the swell. Each lick lines up with the steady stroke between her legs. They trade places without a word, blonde hair brushing a bare shoulder, mouths meeting, knees parting, thighs meeting in slick heat, the steady grind keeping time with every small gasp.