Lesbian flatmates

Carolin and I share the flat. We get along easy, and when we both get that itch we don’t bother pretending. This time the itch went deeper. We stripped down to our lingerie and started slow—soft kisses, hands roaming under silk. Soon the fabric slipped off. I dropped between her thighs first, tasting how wet she already was. Her blonde hair spilled across the pillows while she moaned. She pulled me up, flipped me over, and returned the favor, tongue sliding through my folds until I was gasping. When we needed more, she reached for the dildo. She eased it inside me first, working it deep, then I took the toy and fucked her with the same steady rhythm until we both came hard, bodies shaking against each other.