Strawberry Girls

Bibi bites into the strawberry and lets the juice run down her chin. Her tongue catches it, but her real hunger shows the moment she looks at Lana. They meet in the middle of the bed, two soft mouths opening for each other. Blonde and brunette hair mix as they kiss, tongues sliding slow and wet. Their bare breasts press together, nipples rubbing, and neither girl pulls back. Bibi’s hand slips between Lana’s thighs and finds her already slick. She rubs the swollen lips apart, spreading the wetness up to her clit. Lana moans into the kiss and answers with her own fingers, parting Bibi just as wide. They grind their hips, cunts sliding over cunts in steady rhythm, the sound soft and sticky. Bibi reaches for the glass toy on the nightstand. She runs the cool tip along Lana’s slit, teasing the entrance, then pushes it in. Inch by inch, the toy disappears between pink folds. Lana’s thighs tense. Her breath breaks. Bibi works the shaft in and out, angling it so the head drags over the spot that makes Lana shake. Juice glistens on the clear glass and on Bibi’s knuckles. She pulls the toy free only to lean down and lick the fresh slick from Lana’s entrance, tongue flat and hungry. Lana’s fingers stay buried in Bibi’s hair, holding her close while she rides the tongue. Then she pulls Bibi up for another kiss, tasting herself on those lips. They trade the toy back and forth, each girl fucking the other until their thighs tremble and their moans fill the room.