Meeting my girlfriend

Tasha got there first. She paced the room, heart thudding, already wet just thinking about what was coming. When Nadia finally walked in, the air between them snapped tight. No hellos. No small talk. Hands were already sliding under clothes, fingers greedy, mouths open. Nadia pushed Tasha back onto the bed and spread her thighs wide. Two fingers sank in deep, then three, working her open until she could take the whole fist. Tasha gasped and came hard, shaking, then rolled Nadia onto her back and buried her face between her legs. Tongue on clit, fingers pumping, slow at first, then faster, until Nadia bucked against her mouth. They traded places again and again, mouths slick, fists slicker, chasing the next orgasm like they’d been starving for weeks. The bed creaked. Sheets twisted. Neither girl slowed down until both were spent, legs trembling, breathing hard.