Sharing the Bed: Part Six

Shyla straightens the sheets, flicks a few rose petals into place, and frets over every crooked pillow. She picked the skimpiest pair of panties from her drawer, hoping Sasha will like the sight when they finally land on the floor. The knock sounds, she bolts for the door, and there Sasha stands, tall, brunette, brimming with the same heat. Shyla grabs her shirt, yanks her inside, and plants a kiss that tastes like weeks of pent-up need. Shylla slips Sasha’s top right over her head, Sasha does the same, and two sets of natural tits meet in the late sun. They tumble onto the bed they once shared, fingers slipping down soft bellies, sliding between wet folds with a wet, hungry sound. Shyla gasps, Sasha moans, and the room fills with the slap of skin and the slick rhythm of eager fingering. Blonde curls mix with brunette strands on the pillow as both girls chase the same bright peak, tongues tangled, thighs shaking. Every thrust of fingers, every flick of a thumb over a swollen clit brings them closer, louder, until their cries tangle and they come hard, locked together in the same bed like they never left.