Fur

Cherryjul finally owns the fur coat she has craved. She slips it on for Juliette, the plush collar brushing her throat. Juliette’s eyes darken. She steps close, fingers sliding under the heavy lapels, and peels the coat straight off her shoulders. It drops to the floor between them. Cherryjul stands in black lingerie, nipples tight against sheer lace. Juliette’s hands move at once, cupping the blonde’s breasts through the thin fabric, thumbs rolling the stiff peaks. Cherryjul leans in, hungry for the brunette’s mouth. Their tongues meet, slow and wet. Juliette’s fingers slip beneath the waistband of Cherryjul’s panties, find slick heat, and stroke. Cherryjul gasps into the kiss, hips rocking forward. She tugs at Juliette’s bra, frees the brunette’s breasts, and sucks a nipple into her mouth. Juliette moans, low and needy. She presses two fingers inside Cherryjul, curls them, works her open. The blonde’s knees shake. She pulls Juliette down onto the bed, spreads her thighs, and buries her face between them. Her tongue flicks across wet folds, circles the swollen clit. Juliette grips her hair, rides her mouth until her back arches and she comes hard, thighs trembling. They switch without a word. Cherryjul lies back, legs wide. Juliette’s tongue replaces her fingers, licking deep, sucking, relentless. Cherryjul’s cries fill the room as she breaks apart under her best friend’s mouth, the fur coat forgotten on the floor.