First taste of pussy

Two women who hardly know each other close the gap and kiss. Lips press, tongues meet, soft moans stir the quiet. Hands wander, unzip, peel away clothes until both stand bare and warm. One drops lower, parting smooth thighs, breath meeting the faint salt of skin. Her tongue finds the wet crease, drags slowly up the lips, then circles the swollen clit. The other bucks gently, fingers laced through dark hair, holding her there. Two fingers slip inside, curl and press; thighs quiver. They trade places, mouth now on cunt, mouth buried in cunt, wet sounds filling the room. Fingers slide in slick heat, backs arch, muscles shake until both collapse, flushed and spent, tangled and panting in a single breathless heap.