Christmas wishlist - II.

She knew you missed her during the break. No matter. She brought company instead. Two women on a sofa. Blonde hair across her shoulders, the brunette pressing close. Tits out, legs spread. No presents to open—just each other. The blonde’s hand moves first, fingers tracing down her stomach. She likes the attention. The brunette watches, breath quickening. Their thighs touch, skin warm. The blonde slips her fingers lower, finds what she needs, and works in slow circles. Her back arches. The brunette leans in, mouth on her breast, sucking at the stiff nipple until she gasps. Harder now. Both of them touching, rocking against the cushions. The blonde comes first, legs trembling. The brunette pushes her over the edge with a wicked little smile, then drops her own hand between her legs to catch up. Wet sounds fill the quiet room. Tits heaving, bodies flushed. They keep going until they finish what they started. Merry Christmas.