Cheat Day

Abigail Mac stands in the bathroom mirror, tightening her shoelaces like she’s going to war. She hears bare feet on tile. Celeste Star just woke up, hair messy, eyes soft. "Stay," Celeste says, voice husky. "I’ll make it worth it." Abigail cracks a grin, shaking with nerves and caffeine. "I took the pre-workout, babe. I’m a rocket ready to launch." Celeste steps close. "Use the rocket on me." "Promise you’ll be my one forever?" Abigail whispers. Celeste answers with a mouth-first kiss, fast and greedy. She peels the tight sports bra up and off like tearing wrapping paper off the thing she’s been thinking about since midnight. They stumble into the bedroom, half-walking, half-kissing. Abigail shoves Celeste’s tee over her head, palms her ass so hard Celeste’s breath catches. The panties come down next. Abigail slides two fingers between warm folds, testing slickness like checking oil. Thumbs slip in easy—wet, soaked, ready. It turns into a quick contest: Celeste slams her thighs shut; Abigail wedges them open, shoulders working, showing off. She keeps the thighs spread and drops her tongue between them, lapping long, lazy strokes that make Celeste twitch. Abigail feels the buzz turn heat inside her, skin flashing hot. She pulls away. "Need you to cool me down." Celeste shoves the nylon pants to Abigail’s ankles, kisses belly, breasts, hips—wherever skin presents itself. A quick slap lands across the firm thigh; the sting blooms, pink. Fingers spread and squeeze Abigail’s puffy lips, coaxing the clit to swell. Celeste seals her mouth over that heat and sucks in steady pulses until Abigail’s thighs shake and she floods the tongue beneath her. Abigail swings Celeste onto all fours, hikes her hips high, and presses her face straight between the cheeks. Tongue circles the tight ring while Celeste moans into the sheets. The position flips—69, face buried, legs quaking, mouths locked. Celeste shivers first, coming hard, hips stuttering against Abigail’s lips. Breathing hard, Celeste spins and licks between Abigail’s parted labia until another tremor hits, harder this time. They spit on each other, wet slits sliding and suctioning together. Bodies grind until orgasm rolls through both at once, thighs slick, cries muffled by mouths. One last time Abigail props on shaking elbows while Celeste slides under, tongue lapping deep until another ripple snaps through her core and she gasps like it hurts so good.