Couch Cuddle

Kirsten and Macy pressed close on the couch, bodies already twitching with that low hum before the real heat hit. One soft kiss turned sharper, tongues chasing, hands sliding down to find slick heat between spread thighs. Macy shifted, knees parting wider, letting Kirsten bury her tongue deep in the wet folds she knew so well. Kirsten licked slow at first, then faster, drawing out every tremble. Macy tasted like heat and salt, cunt pulsing against her mouth. She came with a sharp cry, thighs clamping around Kirsten's face. They switched without missing a beat. Kirsten on her back now, legs draped open as Macy went down, lips sealing over her swollen clit. She sucked hard, fingers pushing inside, curling just right. Kirsten broke first, moaning loud, cunt clenching around Macy's tongue while she rode out the wave. Neither stopped until the other had come, legs shaking, mouths shiny with spit and come.