Fire and ice

They press close on the white sheets. Barbara’s fair hair spills across the pillow, pale skin flushed. Her tits rise and fall with each breath. Roxanne’s dark hair brushes over her, mouth finding the blonde’s throat, then her breasts. Tongue traces a nipple, slow and wet, pulling it between her lips until Barbara gasps. Two bodies stretch out, legs tangled, one light, one dark. Roxanne slides lower, hands parting thighs, tongue sinking in. Barbara’s hips lift. Fingers slip inside, working deep while her mouth stays busy at the blonde’s chest. The rhythm builds, wet sounds filling the room, until both girls arch and shudder, breath hot, skin slick with sweat. They don’t stop, mouths meeting again, hips rolling together until the heat leaves them trembling.