Art School Homework

Vanda sprawls across the couch, pale skin bare under the lights, nothing left to imagine. Mary’s holding a brush like she means it, but the canvas can wait. She drops to her knees and plants her mouth right between Vanda’s smooth thighs, licking and sucking that shaved slit with loud, hungry sounds. Two fingers slide inside and pump in time with every flick of her tongue until Vanda’s hips snap and she comes hard, thighs shaking. Vanda flips Mary onto her back, slides two fingers straight into her tight little hole and works them fast while she mouths those small pink nipples, biting just enough to make Mary gasp. Mary grabs the couch, thrusts once, twice, and creams all over Vanda’s fingers, moaning right into her ear. Both girls grin like they just got away with something filthy and wonderful.