Making Up

Elexis cornered Kenna in the kitchen, demanding to know where all that cash was coming from. Kenna dodged, spat back, but the fight burned out fast. One minute they were yelling—next minute Elexis had Kenna pressed against the fridge, lips dragging hard down her neck. Hands slipped under clothes, pulled them aside. They sank to the floor. Elexis licked straight into Kenna's slick folds, tongue pushing deep, then traded places, letting the younger girl grind down on her mouth. Fingers slid in, pumping hard, while the other hand worked tight circles over clit. Wetness slicked thighs, soaked the floor under them. They switched again—Kenna on her back now, thighs wide, Elexis riding her face. Her hips rocked slow, deliberate, cunt dripping down Kenna's chin. They came shaking, gasping into each other, tangled and spent, skin glistening with sweat and each other's come.