Ice cream plays

Sophie Moone's fingers traced slow circles on Bridgett's bare thigh. Her tongue slid across her lips, wet and slow. That look she gave me said everything. I felt it settle between my legs. "How about some ice cream, girls?" she asked, voice low. The spoon clinked against the bowl as she scooped a cold, pale dollop and held it out. Bridgett leaned in first, lips parting, tongue catching the edge. A thin drip ran down her chin. Sophie leaned closer, tongue flicking, catching it before it fell. They fed each other. Cream melted fast against skin. Sophie smeared a streak across Bridgett's breast, then bent to lick it clean, sucking the nipple hard into her mouth. Bridgett moaned, hips shifting. I moved in, taking the next spoonful, letting it drip onto Sophie's stomach. She arched, eyes half-lidded, watching me lap it up. My tongue followed the trail lower, between her thighs, where the cream had already begun to mix with something warmer. Bridgett reached for me, pulled me up, kissed me deep, tasting everything. Sophie pressed in from behind, her fingers sliding between my legs, slick with melted sugar. She worked two fingers inside me while her tongue traced my ear. I gasped into Bridgett's mouth. We shifted. Sophie lay back, legs open. I straddled her face, lowering myself until her tongue met me. Bridgett climbed over Sophie too, facing me, knees on either side of her hips. She reached down, guiding Sophie's cock into herself, then leaned forward to kiss me again. We rocked together. Bridgett's hands found my breasts. Sophie's tongue flicked and pressed, relentless. I reached behind me, found Bridgett's ass, pulled her down harder onto Sophie. Sophie moaned into me. Bridgett's pace picked up. She leaned back, hands braced on Sophie's thighs, taking her deeper. I watched her ride, breasts bouncing, mouth open. Then Sophie pulled out, slick and hard, and pressed against me instead. Bridgett shifted, guiding her into my ass while her fingers found my clit. I cried out, head falling back. Sophie thrust up, steady, deep. Bridgett kissed my throat, fingers circling faster. We moved like that until none of us could hold back. Sophie came first, pulsing inside me, breath hot against my skin. Bridgett followed, hips jerking, fingers digging into my waist. I came last, thighs shaking, mouth open against Bridgett's shoulder, the taste of cream and sweat still on my tongue.