Petites gayelles

Iris and Natalia never meant for it to go this far, yet here they are again. Limbs tangled on a narrow bed, breath already shallow. They touch each other with an urgency that sits somewhere between play and worship. Iris slips two slender fingers through Natalia’s slick folds, thumb tracing the small, stiff peak above. A quiet gasp rewards her. Natalia answers by sliding a bare foot along Iris’s inner thigh, toes curling until they find that same sensitive nub and press it in slow circles. Both girls are flushed and trembling, yet neither stops. Each moan becomes permission for the other to push harder, deeper, until nothing matters except the inevitable, trembling release waiting just ahead.