Loving their pussies

Carolin and Melon have been close for years. The glances always lingered a second too long, the hugs held on a beat past friendly. Tonight the tension snaps. Carolin pushes Melon against the wall and their mouths meet, tongues sliding, wet and hungry. Hands fumble under fabric, finding heat. Melon sinks to her knees, spreads Carolin open and drags her tongue slowly over swollen folds, tasting every inch before sucking the clit between her lips. Carolin’s hips rock forward. She grips Melon’s hair, guiding her deeper. Fingers replace tongue for a moment, two sliding in and curling just right while Melon’s mouth keeps working. Carolin moans, thighs trembling. They switch. Carolin lays Melon back, spreads her, and buries her face between smooth thighs. She licks broad and slow, then flicks quick and tight, tasting the slick that coats her chin. Melon gasps when two fingers push inside and start a steady rhythm that matches every stroke of Carolin’s tongue. Their breathing turns ragged. Bodies slick with sweat. They keep going, chasing the edge, fingers buried deep while tongues circle and suck until both come hard, shuddering against each other’s mouths.