Stay at home

Szilvia skipped the party crowd. We had the apartment to ourselves. Dim lights caught the gold in her blonde hair, then I pulled her close and tasted the brunette's mouth next to us. Teen skin felt tight and warm under my hands. She shivered when the older woman's tongue traced circles on her nipples. Lips parted, fingers slid inside slick heat, and moans echoed against the walls. We swapped places, mouths following where fingers had been. Bodies pressed together, slick thighs rocking until the air smelled of sweat and sex. Legs trembled. Breaths grew ragged. The night stretched out with nothing but the wet sounds of our pleasure.