Fistful of fun

The blonde leans in first, lips brushing her lover’s ear. She looks barely old enough to know what she wants, yet her hand already knows where to press. Silk straps slide from one shoulder, then the next, leaving the brunette’s breasts bare to eager fingertips. Their mouths find one another again, tongues flicking, tasting, claiming. The smaller girl drops to her knees, spreads the brunette wide, and kisses the soft strip of lace stretched over wet cotton. She peels the thong aside. Fingers circle, dip, stretch. Then a whole fist, wrist disappearing in slow, steady pulses. The brunette’s head tips back, breath catching in the air, while the blonde watches her lover come undone—one slick inch at a time.