Luna loves Leah

Luna and Leah look alike, both with jet-black hair and full, heavy tits. They are best friends who already knew how it feels to kiss another girl, but nothing ever came close to what happens when they touch each other. They laugh about past tries, say those nights felt flat next to this. Tonight Leah’s tank is pulled low; Luna’s palm glides over warm skin until it cups one bare breast. Leah pushes forward, nipples tight, hips rolling so her short skirt rides up. Fingers dip beneath lace. Luna parts wet folds, finds Leah slick and eager. Leah returns the favor, two hands working between Luna’s thighs, circling, pressing, sliding in. Their mouths meet, tongues slow, tasting. They trade soft moans while fingers move deeper, finding the exact rhythm they both missed before. Bodies close, heavy breasts pressed together, they keep going until every small tremor proves what they already knew: this is better together.