Perfect time together

Katusha and Sweet Lana know how to waste an afternoon. They start with their mouths, lips parted, tongues slow at first until the kiss turns wet and greedy. Fingers find zippers. Lace and cotton drop to the floor. They taste smooth skin and the faint tang of soap. Lana's nipples tighten under Katusha's tongue; she sighs, slips lower. She parts Katusha's thighs with warm palms and licks once, slow and flat, then again, faster. Two fingers slide in, curl just right, working the spot that makes Katusha's hips twitch. Katusha returns the favor, tasting how wet Lana already is, licking broad circles around her clit before sucking it soft and steady. Hands and mouths keep trading places, wet sounds echoing off quiet walls as they chase every shiver and sharp little cry. By the end they're both flushed, breathless, legs tangled and slick, satisfied in the way only girls who have everything exactly figured out can be.