Blondie eats Brownie

They are more than friends, less than a couple. The moment the door shuts behind them, the clothes come off. Fingers tug at zippers, fabric hits the floor, and two smooth, bare bodies press close. The blonde drops to her knees first, spreads the brunette open with both hands, and runs her tongue over every slick fold until her friend is moaning and trembling. They switch places, the brunette licking with the same hungry focus, making the blonde grind against her mouth. Once they’re both flushed and dripping, the toys come out—bright, thick, unapologetic. They take turns sliding them deep, angling just right to hit the spot that makes the other girl curse and shake. Orgasms roll through them, sharp and wet, while the hallway outside stays perfectly quiet.