A Night At Marley's

Marley asked Strawberry to stay the night. They sat on the bed, talking about the little things they loved in each other. Marley leaned in, breath warm against Strawberry’s ear, and whatever she said made both girls smile. Moments later they were kissing hard, tongues meeting as their hands moved lower. Piece by piece, clothing hit the floor. When they were bare, they paused to look. Marley’s fair skin glowed beside Strawberry’s darker tones. Hands slid between thighs. Fingers traced wet folds and slipped into tight holes—pussy first, then ass—each touch slow, careful, then deeper. They licked and stroked, mouths and hands trading places, soft moans filling the room. A sleepover they’d remember every time they closed their eyes.