The grapes of joy

Wendy and Lis aren’t just sharing fruit—they’re using their mouths like lovers. The grapes come to them already warm from each other’s tongues, passed back and forth in slow, open kisses. Lis pushes another one between Wendy’s lips, then follows it with her own tongue, tasting the sweet burst and Wendy’s answering moan at the same time. They switch without hurry. Lis leans back, thighs parted, and Wendy places a single grape just above her clit, pressing it in with her tongue until it pops and juice runs down the pink fold. Lis returns the favor, sliding two cool grapes inside Wendy with careful fingers, then licking the dripping skin clean. When they’re slick and ready, Lis climbs onto Wendy’s lap. They grind together, hips rolling, until Wendy’s fingers find Lis’s entrance again and slide in alongside the fruit still tucked there. Lis answers by slipping two fingers into Wendy, their knuckles brushing in the tight heat. The room fills with wet sounds and sharp breaths. Wendy leans forward, sucks a mark onto Lis’s neck while she keeps her hand moving. Lis gasps, hips jerking, and answers with faster strokes until both girls shake, come apart together, fingers buried deep and mouths open against each other’s shoulders.