Naughty girls

Cristal and Varvara met for cigarettes and whispers, knowing their parents would never approve. One drag led to another, then fingers brushing thighs, skirts pushed aside, mouths finding each other. Their clothes came off in pieces until both girls were bare, blonde and dark hair spilling across skin as they stretched out. Cristal’s tongue traced the length of Varvara’s slit, slow and wet, while Varvara’s fingers parted Cristal in return. They moved in rhythm, tasting, sucking, hips lifting, until their breathing grew ragged and their thighs trembled. Nothing left to hide, they kept at it, tongues buried deep, until each girl came hard against the other’s mouth.