In the bathroom

Two girls slipped into the bathroom and shut the door behind them. A blonde and a redhead, young bodies still warm from the night, they didn’t waste time with small talk. Clothes hit the floor. The blonde’s hands went straight for the redhead’s breasts, fingers tracing soft skin until her thumbs brushed over stiff nipples. She leaned in, mouth open, tongue flicking across them. The redhead moaned and pushed her closer, fingers tangled in blonde hair. Then it turned quicker. The redhead sat on the edge of the sink, legs spread wide. The blonde knelt between them, licked once, slow and deliberate, then buried her face. Her tongue worked steadily—lapping, circling, dipping inside. The redhead’s hand gripped the marble, hips rolling forward, her breath breaking into short gasps. Every wet sound echoed off the tiles. The blonde didn’t stop until the other girl’s legs shook, until her moans cracked and she came hard, thighs clamped tight around her head.