Gettin' down

Two girls, one brunette, the other black-haired, stretch out across the bed like they own the afternoon. Valery Von takes her time, sliding down Anne Angel's body until her tongue finds the girl's warm skin and her parted ass. She licks, slow at first, then greedy, leaving everything slick. Anne moans into the sheets. They swap places, lips locking, fingers slipping between open thighs, working each other's wet folds with steady, circling strokes. Every kiss turns messier. Every touch draws out another breathy sound. They don't rush; they savor. And they keep going until the sheets are damp and their legs shake.