One love

They sit close, Netta and Willa, flipping pages of the glossy spread. Their eyes linger on slick photos, fingers tracing glossy thighs and parted lips. Heat builds fast. Neither girl needs coaxing. Clothes slip away. Pale skin meets warm golden tone. Willa presses first, lowering her face between Netta’s soft folds, tongue flicking, tasting. Netta’s hips lift, a soft moan escaping. She tugs Willa closer, eager to return the favor. Blonde hair falls forward as she buries her mouth in return. They move slow then harder, licking, sucking, bodies rocking in a steady rhythm. Nothing else matters but the wet, warm taste of each other. One comes, the other follows. Then they begin again, tasting fresh pleasure on each other’s tongues.