Lingering around

The silk clung to Abbie Cat’s hips. Lace whispered at her thighs. Pure Angel stepped closer in black satin, already halfway out of her bra. Their hands met on soft skin. They peeled the rest away, slow and deliberate. Abbie’s blonde hair spilled over the couch. Pure’s brunette curls brushed her breasts. Two teenage bodies pressed together. Abbie’s shaven cunt glistened under the light. Pure Angel knelt between her knees, lips parted, tongue ready. Abbie spread wider. A soft moan escaped her throat. Pure tasted her first, slow licks turning hungrier. Abbie’s fingers tangled in that dark hair, guiding her deeper. Pure rose again, sliding her own panties down, letting them drop to the floor. She climbed onto Abbie’s lap, bare and slick. Their mouths met. Tongues slid. They rocked together, wetness meeting wetness, grinding in steady rhythm. Abbie’s hand slipped between them, stroking Pure’s clit with sure fingers. Pure gasped. Her hips jerked. She leaned back, blonde hair brushing the cushions as they traded places. Abbie’s tongue found her. Pure’s thighs trembled. The lace and silk lay scattered across the floor, forgotten, while two tight young bodies finished what the lingerie had started.