Wet'n'wild

Krystal stepped toward the shower. Malena caught her wrist, pulled her close, and pressed her mouth hard against hers. The kiss dragged on—wet, deep, filthy in its softness. Heat bloomed low in each of them. Hands slid over cotton, tugging fabric aside until nipples brushed, hard and aching. Malena nipped Krystal’s bottom lip, grinned, and sank to her knees. She hooked two fingers under the elastic of Krystal’s panties, eased them down slow, and dragged her tongue once, flat and sure, along her slit. Krystal’s breath hitched. Water hissed from the showerhead behind them, but the heat they wanted came from skin, breath, and the slick mess building between open thighs.