Pink Velvet - Part 1

Two of them are pressed up against the wall. One girl’s dark fingers pull the other’s top down, tits spilling out while her tongue claims an open mouth. They grind, hard, like they can’t decide whether to fight or fuck. Lips slam together again, teeth clicking, spit shining at the corners of every kiss. Her hand slips straight into tight jeans, finds heat and slick and everything she wants. She grins against the smaller girl’s neck, strokes two fingers up her cleft. “Fuck, you’re soaked.” No teasing tonight. She pushes in deep, curls, drags back out. The smaller one shoves her leg between thick thighs, nails scraping across her toned back as she clamps down. Jeans get ripped past hips. They drop to the couch in a tangle, nobody bothering with smooth moves. Lips fight for clits the second they can get there, hot and needy and loud. Tongues swirl fast, suck, pull moans that rattle the walls. Their cunts glisten; the air’s heavy with it. Sounds mix—wet laps, fingers plunging, breath punching out in broken curses. Flesh smacks skin; neither gives ground. Thighs clamp heads, hips buck, pussies chase that next hard lick. The girl on top swipes a thumb across a swollen bud, swallows every cry that rips out. Their bodies roll again, floor next, somebody’s ankle still hooked on the table, doesn’t matter—locked tight, grinding out that last wild orgasm together.