Best friends at home

The cold beats against the windows. Inside, the room is warm. Ashley and Megan lie tangled on the bed, bare skin pressed close. They have done this before. They know exactly where it goes. Ashley slides down first. Her mouth finds Megan's pussy—soft, already wet, heat blooming under her tongue. She licks slowly, then firmer, chasing the way Megan's hips lift to meet her. Megan moans low, hands in Ashley's hair, thighs parting wider. When Megan can't wait any longer, she pulls Ashley up and spreads her open with both hands. Her tongue presses in, hot and steady, licking Ashley the way she knows she likes—wet circles, then long strokes, then deeper again. Ashley gasps, fingers clenched in the sheets. They trade back and forth like that until they're flushed and trembling, mouths slick, the room smelling like skin and sex. Nothing outside matters. Just this. Just them.