Hunger

Aliza wanders into the kitchen for something to nibble on. All she finds is Hazel, same empty hunger in her eyes. Two hungry girls, nothing in the fridge. So they turn on each other instead. Aliza steps closer. Hazel leans against the counter, shirt already sliding off one shoulder. Their mouths meet fast, tongues flicking, tasting. Blond hair brushes brown strands as fingers push under fabric, find bare skin, squeeze. Aliza’s hand slips between Hazel’s thighs, feels the heat already there, presses through thin panties until the fabric darkens. Hazel gasps, opens her legs wider, hips rolling against the touch. They sink to the floor right there. Clothes peel away, skin on skin, tits pressing together, hard nipples rubbing. Aliza’s fingers slide inside Hazel, slow then deeper, knuckles glistening. Hazel moans, grinds down on those fingers, then twists around so she can taste Aliza too. Tongues lap, lips suck, thighs tremble. The kitchen fills with wet sounds and quick, shaky breaths. Hazel comes first, body tightening, then pulsing around Aliza’s hand. She doesn’t stop moving her tongue. Aliza follows seconds later, thighs clamping around Hazel’s head, breath catching, whole body shaking. They stay on the cool tiles, flushed and catching their breath, still kissing, still tasting each other, still hungry.