Pleasures

Life feels too short for hesitation. Two girls, one blonde and one brunette, step into the room with their friend already waiting. They move close without ceremony. Hands find bare skin. The brunette drops to her knees first, mouth open, tongue working with clear hunger. The blonde leans in, lips against her friend’s neck, breath hot while fingers slide between wet folds. They trade places with practiced ease. Tongues meet, thighs part, bodies press. One lies back, the other straddles her face. The third watches for a moment before joining, lips and hands working every inch she can reach. Every touch adds heat. Every gasp invites more. They keep going until no one holds anything back.