Best friends

Britney and Liz look like they could pass for sisters. Same dark hair. Same soft curves. Same wicked smile when they glance at each other. They’ve both played with other girls before, but something clicks harder when it’s just the two of them. Clothes come off fast. Fingers slide in. Tongues trace wet trails across flushed skin. A toy hums between them, pressed tight where they’re slick and open. They take turns spreading each other wider, holding that stretch just long enough to make the other moan. Nothing fancy. Just the way best friends fuck when they finally stop pretending.