My best friends

My girls show up and they don’t waste time. The blonde leans in first, tongue sliding between my folds while the brunette holds my thighs apart. I sink back against the cushions, letting them take what they want. The blonde’s mouth works slow and wet, the brunette’s fingers brushing my clit every time she shifts her grip. Heat builds fast. They trade places without a word—the brunette’s tongue is firmer, more insistent, and the blonde’s lips close around my nipple, sucking hard. I let out a sharp breath, legs opening wider. Their mouths stay on me, licking, tasting, never stopping. I stay right where I am, taking every stroke, every soft press of fingers, every flick that sends a fresh spark up my spine.