Teenager l'amour

Two girls lie tangled on the bed, still half-dressed, breathing each other in. One brunette slides her hand under the other’s waistband, fingers sinking into wet heat. The smaller one arches, opens, and the brunette’s tongue follows, slow circles turning into greedy laps. A sudden rush of liquid sprays across the sheets; the brunette smiles, licks her lips, then pushes two fingers back inside. The rhythm grows sharper, wetter. She adds her mouth again, sucks the swollen clit, and the girl beneath her breaks apart, thighs shaking, another gush soaking the sheets. Fingers curl, press, coax one last tremor before the brunette climbs up, kisses her hard, and slips a hand between her own legs, needing release of her own. They grind together, skin sliding, breath ragged, until the brunette comes with a soft cry against the other girl’s mouth. Neither of them wants to move.