Brunette Fever

Two brunettes, black hair shining, no man in sight. One spreads the other across the sheets, mouth finding the slick heat between her thighs. Tongues slide. Fingers push deeper. They take turns tasting each other, thighs trembling, moans spilling out like they forgot anyone else existed. Just mouths and hands, wet and greedy, driving each other higher until the sheets are damp and their legs can’t stop shaking.