Just the Girls - Episode 8

She had me on my back in seconds. Two fingers slipped inside without warning. The stretch burned sweet. She curled them once, twice, found the spot that made my thighs jump, and then she sucked my clit between her lips like she meant to bruise it. I came hard—fast, messy, no time to hold back. My hips lifted off the mattress, chasing her mouth even after the shudders started. She didn’t stop. Kept licking through it, fingers still working me open, until my breath broke and another wave hit. I grabbed her hair. She moaned against me, and the vibration traveled straight through my cunt. Her free hand slid up my stomach, nails dragging, and she pressed down just above my pubic bone while she sucked again. I came a second time, louder, legs shaking around her head. Sweat cooled on my skin. She pulled her fingers out slow, left them slick on my thigh, then crawled up to kiss me with the taste of myself still on her tongue.