Teenager l'amour

They kiss like they’re starving for it. Two slight bodies tangle on the sheets, hands greedy, mouths open. One girl pulls her friend closer by the hips, spreads her legs and settles between them, tongue already slicking the soft pink cunt that waits for her. She licks slowly at first, savoring the taste, then faster, letting nothing go to waste. The second girl’s thighs begin to tremble. She reaches down, parts her own lips so the other can reach deeper, and moans when a finger slides inside. Wet sounds fill the room. Every thrust of the tongue is returned with a gasp, every curl of fingers met with a desperate buck of hips. Neither of them knows where to stop. They keep trading places, taking turns burying faces between spread thighs, licking and sucking until the sheets are damp beneath them. One girl comes first, shuddering, then drags the other onto her mouth so she can finish the same way, tongue relentless, fingers pumping, both of them flushed, slick, and aching for more.