Contrasts

Stracy towers over Allison, dark hair spilling across her shoulders, while the smaller blonde presses close. Height and color set them apart, yet desire pulls them together. Clothes hit the floor. Stracy cups Allison’s full breasts, thumbs circling stiff nipples. Allison answers with greedy hands on Stracy’s curves, fingers sinking into warm flesh. They fall onto the sheets, skin sliding over skin. Blonde curls brush dark strands as their mouths meet, tongues teasing, tasting. Allison arches, legs parting, and Stracy’s hand slips between them, finding heat and slick need. Fingers glide, press, sink in. Allison’s hips rise to meet every stroke. She flips Stracy beneath her, lips tracing a path down between those long legs until her tongue works in slow, wet circles. Stracy moans, thighs trembling. The two shift again, bodies locked, mouths busy and fingers busy, chasing every spark until pleasure crashes through both of them at once.