Smart girl's fun

Inna and Monica B came together after lectures to push pawns across a wooden board. Boredom took hold fast. Monica leaned back, spread her thighs, let the daylight catch the wetness already gathered between her folds. Inna crawled closer, mouth open, and they shed clothes without ceremony or care. Monica's fingers slipped inside her own pussy first, slow, circling the clit. Inna watched, breathing heavier, then lowered her head to lick the same flesh Monica was stroking. The board lay forgotten beside them as Monica’s thighs trembled around Inna’s tongue. Inna sucked harder, drawing the swollen bud between her lips while her own cunt ached, untouched for now. Monica flipped her onto her back, tongue seeking entrance with greedy strokes, two fingers buried to the knuckles inside her slick hole. Their skin flushed rose beneath soft overhead light, wet sounds rising each time a knuckle pushed deep. They switched again, this time with Monica straddling Inna’s face, grinding down, clit sliding against tongue and teeth, breathless, sweat-slick, unrelenting until both came, quick, sharp, like the slap of tile beneath the rug.