Let's Take a Selfie

Zoe snaps a selfie with Bridgette, lips close, tongues barely showing. Captions teases their fans. The flash dies and Zoe blurts it—she’s always wanted to kiss Bridgette. Bridgette smirks, leans in. One slow, soft kiss turns hungry; Zoe’s tongue slides past teeth, wet and desperate. Hands move fast. Bridgette pushes her down on the couch, pulls her top off, bites a stiff nipple. Zoe arches, fingers digging into Bridgette’s ass. Bridgette yanks Zoe’s skirt up, licks a wet stripe over soaked panties, then rips them aside and sucks her clit. Zoe moans loud, bucks, grabs Bridgette’s hair and fucks against her mouth until she comes, hard, shaking. They flip. Bridgette rides Zoe’s face, grinding until her thighs twitch and juices drip down Zoe’s chin. Both shaking, panting, sweat-slick, fingers still buried inside each other, kissing like they might never stop.