Time for a little girl talk

Laeticia and Sonia always steal an afternoon together. No one suspects. Two smiles. Then the door closes. They still wear the blushes and giggles of their latest secret. Sonia presses Laeticia against the dresser, fingers already hunting the hem of her skirt. She finds skin and grips hard, mouth open against Laeticia’s neck. Laeticia answers with a bitten lip and a low sound that makes Sonia press harder. Fabric drops. Fingers slide, already wet. Laeticia parts her thighs to let Sonia in. One hand cups Laeticia’s breast, squeezing until the nipple pebbles. The other works between her legs—slow circles, then a firm stroke. Sonia watches the soft convulsion ripple through Laeticia and smiles. Laeticia pulls her closer, lips finding Sonia’s ear. “Now,” she whispers. Sonia sinks to her knees and lets the next sound be Laeticia’s loud, helpless moan.