Party preparations

Sophie and I gave up on party clothes. We stood half-dressed in my bedroom, skirts, tops, and lingerie scattered across the bed. One glance at each other and we both knew we weren't going anywhere. She stepped closer, her full breasts bare, nipples already tight. My fingers slid around her waist and pulled her in. Our mouths met hot and open. The brunette tasted like lip gloss and the champagne we’d opened instead of finishing our makeup. I cupped those heavy tits, thumbs brushing her stiff peaks. She gasped, pushed into my hands, then reached behind me to unhook my bra. It fell between us. Her palms took over, kneading, weighing, teasing. She lowered her head, tongue flicking one pink nipple, then sucking it deep while her fingers rolled the other. We sank onto the edge of the bed. I spread her thighs, knelt between them, and dragged my tongue through her slick folds. Sophie moaned, one hand tangled in my blonde hair, guiding me exactly where she wanted. I licked slow circles around her swollen clit, then sucked it between my lips until her hips bucked. She pulled me up, flipped us, and crawled down my body. Her mouth closed over my pussy the same way mine had claimed hers—hungry and sure. Two fingers slid inside me, curling, stroking the spot that made my thighs shake. I gripped the sheets and came hard, back arching, her name breaking on my lips. We didn’t need the party. We already had everything we wanted right here.