Black panthers

Two raven-haired girls move against each other, dark hair spilling across pale skin. Their lingerie straps slide down shoulders. One blonde slides between them, lips brushing black lace. Hands press and open. Fingers slip inside warm, wet folds. They taste one another slowly, then faster. Tongues trace and circle. Bodies arch. Breath catches. Wet sounds fill the room as they rock together, every motion sharp and hungry.