Halloween pumpkins

Alisa stood at the counter, fingers inside a pumpkin, scooping the stringy guts when the door clicked open. Ally stopped in her tracks, cheeks flushing red. She had walked in on Alisa and her oddly-shaped vegetables, convinced she’d caught her friend with fingers between her legs. Alisa laughed, licked her sticky thumb, and let the spoon fall. Ally stepped closer, one eyebrow raised. For a beat, neither spoke. Then Alisa wiped her hands on Ally’s hips, and the real game began. They shoved the pumpkins aside and hit the floor, skirts hiked, panties yanked down. Alisa’s tongue traced the seam of Ally’s cunt while Ally’s fingers parted Alisa’s lips, teasing, dipping. Slickness spilled fast; the girls moaned against each other, breath hot, tongues lapping in eager circles. Pussies gleamed, cunt-holes twitching, clit swelling under the pressure of hungry mouths. Ally ground against Alisa’s chin; Alisa rocked into Ally’s hand. Juices trailed over knuckles, coated tongues, filled the kitchen with the sharp scent of sex. When they finally reached for the pumpkins again, the orange rinds slid between wet folds like strange little cocks—trick-or-treat indeed—until both girls were biting lips, shuddering, coming in soft, wet waves across the tile.