Good times

"I'm so bored!" Frisky whined from the couch, staring at the ceiling while Dalila sat glued to some dull show on TV. The brunettes were sixteen, all restless energy and bare legs. Frisky grabbed the remote and killed the screen. "Let's do something exciting," she said, leaning in before Dalila could answer. Her mouth caught Dalila's mid-syllable. The kiss landed hot and deep. Hands slid under shirts, hips angled closer, denim rasped against denim. Fingers popped buttons, dragged zippers. Jeans and panties hit the floor in a careless heap, leaving two slick, bare cunts open to the cool air and greedy touch. Frisky pushed Dalila onto her back, climbed between her knees, and dragged wet fingers through glistening folds. Dalila gasped, spread wider, then reached down to return the favor. Their teenage cunts throbbed, lips parting with each slick stroke, arousal dripping onto the cushions. Soft cries filled the room as the two brunettes rubbed each other's clits in quick, hungry circles, legs shaking, breath coming sharp and ragged.