Just the Girls - Episode 2

She has her on the bed, legs spread wide, knees bent. The room stays dark except for the thin strip of moonlight cutting across skin. Her mouth finds the soft inner thigh first, teeth grazing, lips sucking until the skin darkens under her tongue. She doesn’t rush. She traces higher, tasting salt, smelling arousal thick in the air. When her tongue finally parts wet folds, the girl above her gasps and reaches down, fingers twisting into her hair. She keeps her pace steady, sucking and licking the swollen clit with slow, deliberate pressure until hips start rocking against her face. The girl’s thighs shake. Her breath turns ragged. She comes hard, thighs clamped tight around her head, body arched, mouth open on a silent cry. She doesn’t stop. She keeps licking through every spasm, drawing out the pleasure until the girl above her is begging, breathless, still twitching. Then she crawls up, kisses her deep, and lets her taste herself on her tongue.