Soft Lips

Kari and Tracy meet at the mouth first, slow and soft, then let their hands wander lower. Each presses fingers against warm, slick skin, slides them between soft folds, learns what the other likes. Their mouths part. Tongues flick. Hips rock. Soon the bedroom fills with wet sounds and shallow breaths. Kari slips two fingers into Tracy, curls them, finds the spot that makes her back arch and a low moan slip out. Tracy returns the favor, working Kari with steady, gentle strokes until her thighs start to tremble. They stay close, faces touching, matching rhythm until both of them come hard, hips jerking, voices caught in each other's skin.