Unselfishly Hers

Whitney leans in first. Her mouth finds Carrie's breast, lips closing over the soft peak, sucking until it tightens. Carrie sighs and opens wider, inviting more. No rules tonight, no rush, just skin against skin and the wet sound of Whitney's tongue sliding lower. She settles between Carrie's thighs and drags her mouth over the slick heat waiting for her, slow and greedy in the best way. Carrie answers by reaching down, fingers sliding between Whitney's own folds, rubbing and stroking while her tongue pushes inside. Every lick earns another. Every gasp is given back. They stay like that, mouths buried, hips rocking, lost in the slow, steady rhythm of pure pleasure.