Making love with my flatmate

Ann Marie and Melon had only just moved in together. Both single. One rushed morning they caught each other in nothing but panties, and the day stopped right there. The bathroom grew hotter than any shower. Melon’s mouth found Ann Marie’s tits first, sucking each nipple until they stood stiff and dark. Ann Marie slid her hand between Melon’s thighs, fingers pressing the damp cotton until Melon moaned and rocked forward. Panties dropped to the tile. Ann Marie reached for the slim pink vibrator she kept by the sink and switched it on low. She parted Melon’s lips with two fingers and ran the buzzing tip over her clit in slow circles. Melon’s knees trembled. She grabbed the edge of the sink for balance while Ann Marie slid the toy lower, teasing her entrance, then pushed it inside in one smooth glide. Melon’s cunt clenched around it, already slick. She pulled Ann Marie into a kiss, tongues sliding, teeth catching. Ann Marie kept the toy thrusting in short, steady strokes while her own free hand worked between her legs, rubbing her clit in time with every push. Steam fogged the mirror. Melon came first, thighs shaking, breath breaking. She dropped to her knees, pulled the vibrator from herself and pressed it to Ann Marie’s clit instead. Ann Marie leaned back against the wall, legs spread, while Melon licked and sucked her pussy, the toy still humming just above her tongue. Ann Marie’s fingers tangled in Melon’s black hair, holding her close until her hips jerked and she came hard against Melon’s mouth, juice running down her thighs. They stayed there, breathing hard, water still running, the whole morning forgotten.