Kinky kitchen

Pinky June pins Bella Baby against the fridge. She works her fingers up Bella’s thigh, finds the damp cotton, and pushes it aside. Bella gasps, then lifts her chin so Pinky can kiss her throat. The blonde slides two fingers inside, slow and deliberate, and Bella’s legs buckle. They sink to the kitchen floor. Bella spreads wider, offers herself. Pinky’s tongue finds the heat, circles, presses, tastes. She licks with a hunger that surprises them both. Bella answers by flipping her over, opening Pinky with a greedy mouth, sucking until the first shiver runs through her. They trade places twice more, trading fingers and tongues, trading the wet sounds that echo off tile and steel. Pinky comes first, back arched, heels drumming. Bella follows seconds later, face buried, moans muffled against Pinky’s thigh. They stay there, flushed and laughing, while the kettle whistles above them.