Playful Friends

Malia was bored until Bethsabe walked in. Everything changed. Bethsabe liked the way Malia’s eyes darkened when the door clicked shut, and she didn’t waste time on small talk. She cupped Malia’s heavy breasts through the thin shirt and felt the nipples stiffen under her palms. Malia moaned softly, leaned back, and let Bethsabe peel the shirt away. The two of them tumbled onto the couch, bare skin sliding together. Bethsabe kissed down Malia’s stomach, parted her thighs, and dragged her tongue slowly over Malia’s slick folds. Malia’s fingers tangled in Bethsabe’s hair, urging her deeper. Bethsabe slipped two fingers inside and pumped in a steady rhythm until Malia’s hips shook. Then Malia wanted a turn. She pushed Bethsabe onto her back, spread her open with both thumbs, and licked in long, wet strokes while her fingers worked inside. Their breathing grew ragged. They took turns, mouths busy, fingers buried, until both girls came hard, legs trembling and pussies pulsing around each other’s hands.