Girlfriend erotica

The session had turned into something else the moment Sophie mentioned May was staying. I'd had one camera rolling already and the idea hit quick—the two of them together, lips and tongues working in the low light, framed tight. They exchanged a look that held for a second too long, then nodded, easy smiles curling at the corners. Sophie tilted her chin and kissed May first, the kind of kiss meant to linger. Her fingers slid into May’s hair, pulling her closer until mouths opened. Tongues met and danced slow, wet, and deliberate. I zoomed in on the shift, their lips glossy, strands of spit catching the light. May’s hand wandered beneath Sophie’s blouse, palm flattening over a breast, thumb brushing the already stiff nipple. The fabric grew tight, wet patches blooming where fingers squeezed and twisted. She pulled the blouse open, leaned down, and sucked the bare nipple into her mouth, flicking her tongue quick until Sophie exhaled a small, broken sound. Then they switched. Sophie on her knees now, tugging May’s skirt higher, nosing the lace edge aside. Her mouth pressed close, tongue tracing, parting slick folds with two fingers, licking in long strokes that made May’s thighs tremble. Spit mixed with wetness ran down her chin; every deliberate swipe of tongue glistened. May’s hips rocked forward once, then again, chasing the rhythm until she came with a short, sharp cry, fingers knotting in Sophie’s hair to keep her right there.