Funtime on the sofa

On a wide leather sofa Brandy presses her breast against Lana's, both of them firm and high, pink tips tight under the light. Brandy leans in first and catches Lana's mouth. Their kiss deepens fast. Hands slide and cup, squeeze and tug. Lana's fingers find Brandy already wet and glide through the slick with a wet, low sound. Lana slides lower, settles her shoulders between Brandy's thighs, and tastes her in one long stroke. Brandy's hips lift. One hand tangles in Lana's hair, the other grips the cushion while her breath turns sharp. Lana works her slowly, then harder, tongue moving in tight circles until Brandy starts to shake. When she comes, her thighs clamp and her toes curl against the leather. They switch without a word. Lana climbs over her, and Brandy buries her face in turn, fingers parting Lana for a deeper reach. Lana rocks against her, small gasps leaving her with every stroke. Brandy pushes two fingers inside and presses upward until Lana goes still and then cries out, voice breaking on a laugh. Their bodies stay close after. Skin damp, legs loose, the scent of sweat and arousal sweet in the room. They keep moving, slower now, letting the last slow waves move through them like quiet conversation.