One love

Netta and Willa spread the magazine across the rug. Eyes heavy, breaths short. Photos of spread thighs and slick tongues pull them closer until fabric drops and skin meets. They press in at once. Mouths open, finding wet heat. Tongues move in slow, wet strokes, lapping folds, sucking at lips. Each girl moans into the other's cunt, hips twitching, thighs trembling. Nothing else matters. Just the taste, the heat, the way one girl's fingers slide inside while the other gasps against her skin.