Boobs and kisses

Peaches leans in, lips parting. Janelle meets her halfway, mouth open and wet. Their tongues slide together, slow and deliberate. Janelle's heavy breasts press against Peaches, nipples already stiff. A hand slips between soft thighs. Fingers find slick heat. The brunette gasps as a tongue circles her clit, slow then faster, then slow again. Her hips lift off the sheets. Janelle moans into the taste, fingers working deeper, the wet sounds growing louder. They trade places. Peaches spreads Janelle open, tongue flat and hungry, licking every fold. Janelle's thighs tremble. She grabs Peaches by the hair, pulls her closer, riding the tongue until her breath breaks into sharp little cries. Two bodies, one rhythm, mouths and fingers pushing each other over the edge.