Fun factory

Girls' day meant sleepovers and shared laughs. When Aliza and Sneila invited me over, I accepted before the message finished loading. I always chased their easy company like heat on bare skin. The blinds were cracked just enough to let a stripe of sun cut across the sheets. We stripped where we stood, clothes falling in mute piles on the floor. Aliza stepped behind me and pressed her chest to my back, her nipples stiff, almost cool. Her hands slid straight to my breasts and cupped their weight, thumbs sweeping over each tip until both peaked against her palms. I leaned into it, hips instinctively tilting toward nothing and everything. Sneila knelt on the mattress and reached up between my legs. Her fingers parted my folds like silk and stroked once, slow, from the back to the front. The tip of her middle finger grazed my clit and the small contact rocked through me. I parted my thighs for more. She knew what she was doing, flattening her tongue broad and dragging it in the same long line the finger had traced, slow and wet, collecting the slick that had gathered for her. Aliza's teeth caught my earlobe, tugged, released. One of her hands dropped between us and sank lower, two fingers pushing inside me from behind. Sneila kept her mouth sealed to my clit, sucking in soft pulses while those fingers moved in an unhurried rhythm, curling, stroking the front wall like a private code we shared. My breath sharpened. Heat pooled between my legs and rushed upward, pressure building fast and restless. Aliza pushed deeper. Sneila licked harder. I clutched her hair, fingertips tight against her scalp, and pressed myself to her mouth until the rush broke, hips jerking in spasms that shook down both thighs. My pussy clenched around Aliza's fingers; she didn't stop moving them until the tremors eased. Sneila slid up my body, lips glossy, kissing me so I could taste where her tongue had been. Aliza released my nipples, palms gliding down my stomach in appreciation. I leaned back against her chest again, steadying, still catching my breath, still feeling their hands warm on every inch of flushed skin. Aliza whispered something soft and dirty against the curve of my shoulder. Sneila laughed into the kiss, low and pleased, already sliding her hand between her own legs to echo the ache we’d shared. We shifted together onto the sheets without hurry, bodies sliding warm and wet, the day stretching ahead of us and nobody counting minutes.