Sapphic Pleasures

Kristy and Shelly sink into the couch like they own it. They peel everything off each other until soft skin meets soft skin. Their nipples brush and stiffen at the first touch. Kristy slides two fingers between Shelly’s legs, curls them just right, and watches her thighs shake. Shelly answers with her tongue, parting Kristy’s folds in one slow lick that turns into a hungry rhythm. Wet sounds fill the quiet room. They trade places without words, mouths and fingers moving faster now. Shelly grinds down on Kristy’s hand while her own tongue flickers over Kristy’s swollen clit. Every stroke, every suck pulls another sharp breath from the girl beneath her. Their hips roll together, bodies shining with sweat. Neither lets up until the last tremor fades and they collapse against each other, lips swollen, hearts still racing.