Girls, get on the floor

Two girls. A house to themselves. A thick rug. One starts to touch the other without saying a word, hands sliding where there's already heat. The second pushes back, hungry, biting at a collarbone, fingers digging into soft flesh. They strip each other fast, clothes scattered across the floor. One drops first, pulling her friend down, thighs spreading over the fleece. She grinds straight on that heat, bare and wet, the slide of her cunt leaving slick trails on the wool. Moans come quick. They roll, switch, grind again, faster, hips snapping so the rug catches and holds their knees. One buries her face between spread legs, tongue working deep while fingers hold thighs open. The other arches, one hand clutching at hair, the other braced on the rug while her hips rock up into that mouth. She cums loud, thighs shaking, cunt pulsing against lips that keep licking her through it. They swap. The rug sticks to skin now. One climbs on top, grinding her swollen clit right over the other’s until both are slick and close again. She rides hard, back arched, tits bouncing with every thrust. The girl beneath reaches up, pinches both nipples, pulls her down for a kiss that tastes like sweat and come. They come together this time, bodies locked, grinding through it until the muscles stop jumping. After, they lie there catching their breath, skin marked red where teeth met flesh, the rug damp beneath them.