Catcalling

To ditch those assholes yelling at them from their car, two hot teen blondes Carter and Elsa kiss on the sidewalk, making out like they’re fucking each other, and flip the guys the bird until their tires squeal away. Back in the apartment Carter’s heartbeat’s still racing when Elsa pins her to the mattress and bites her lip. Carter’s surprised but her mouth keeps responding. Elsa’s greedy hands claw open Carter’s jeans, fingers sliding into the damp crotch, demanding a lick. Carter tries to squirm away, pulse hammering in her ears, scared she’s already wet, but Elsa’s mouth overpowers every protest until Carter is tugging her shirt off. Bras hit the floor. Elsa circles each flushed pink nipple with her tongue, sucking until Carter hisses and grabs the back of her head. Carter slips two fingers past the waistband of Elsa’s shorts, presses against silky folds, feels the needy grind. Elsa peels the denim away, knees beside her friend’s face, and lowers her dripping cunt onto eager lips. Carter laps at the swollen nub, Elsa bucks harder, then slides down to tongue the soaked slit between Carter’s thighs until the girl’s hips jerk and she explodes with a broken cry. Grinding on her fingers, thighs slick, they roll into a sixty-nine, faces buried deep, asses rocking, until both girls shake and soak the sheets in desperate, sticky heat.