Just a kiss... or more!

They meant only one kiss, lips meeting soft, yet something hotter stirred at once. Anita pressed in, Kitty answered, and soon every brush grew hungrier. Hands slid under thin tops. T-shirts dropped away. Blonde hair spilled across tanned skin, dark strands tangled with it. Anita kissed the curve of Kitty’s breast, then lower. Kitty arched and moaned. Fingers found slick heat; mouths followed. Nothing stayed off-limits. The bed creaked beneath them as they moved without pause, mouths wet, thighs open, their bodies slick with sweat and need.