Best time together

Mariah and Nastie are best friends. They do more than compare lip gloss. Whenever they get together, hands always end up on bare skin. Tonight it happens fast. Mariah’s on her back, thighs spread, and Nastie’s palm cups one round cheek before sliding between. Fingers part, press, and ease inside. Mariah gasps, then laughs, low and dirty. She reaches for Nastie, returns the favor, works two fingers in slow circles until Nastie’s hips roll to meet them. Blonde hair spills across the sheets as the rhythm quickens. They stay close, breath mixing, working each other open, every glide slicker than the last. Small bodies tense, then soften, then tense again. Moans come quick and sharp when the pressure hits the spot. Neither stops until the other shudders hard, thighs trembling, pleasure cresting together in the quiet room.