Basking In The Afterglow

Darcie sits in the mess of last night still feeling Maddy inside her. The hunger won't die. She slips a hand between her thighs and rubs slow circles over soaked cotton while the memory plays behind her eyes. She unhooks her bra. Heavy tits fall free. In her head they're still standing in the hallway, door barely shut, mouths locked like they're drowning. Maddy yanks Darcie's dress down, her big breasts tumble out, nipples tight from the cold air and sheer want. Darcie flips the fabric up Maddy's hips, grabs two handfuls of that round ass and drives two fingers straight into hot, slick cunt. Maddy gasps, rides the fingers, then climbs onto Darcie's waiting tongue. Her hips jerk faster, grinding until she bursts wet and loud all over it. She drops next, burying her face between Darcie's legs, tongue working like she's starving, licking every drop from the swollen clit. Darcie shakes that tight ass for her while Maddy's tongue traces and flicks the tight ring of muscle, pushing her higher. Then they're upside down, bodies locked, mouths full of each other, licking and sucking until both girls shake and come hard together. Later, alone, Darcie can't stop touching, can't stop chasing that feeling all over again.