Ass-tasters

Netta and Malia touch, breath already coming hot. Netta’s sleeves climb up corded forearms, the black lines of her tattoos shifting while Malia’s sugar-blonde curls spill over her face. Rock, paper, scissors done. Winner is loser, depending how you call it. Fingers slide lower, parting thighs with impatient grace. One girl tastes first, maybe Netta—tongue drawn slow from slick cunt to taut, pretty hole. Sweet heat meets her mouth. Then Malia’s turn crashes in, hips rocking, nails biting skin as she drags her tongue flat and wet, relishing the quiver that rolls through Netta’s spine. Heat builds in gasps that crest and linger. Bodies tangle tighter until the question of who started drops away, leaving only salt and cunt and the hush of two mouths swallowing pleasure at both ends.