Breakfast With My Friend - Part 2

Lola and Pepper stumble through their front door, drunk on old jokes and new wine. Brigitte's laughter still rings in their ears, but the second the lock clicks, something shifts. College fire comes roaring back. They barely make it to the bedroom before Lola shoves Pepper onto the sheets and climbs on top, tongues tangling like they haven't kissed in years. Hands slide under lace, fingers slip between soaked thighs. Pepper gasps when Lola's thumb circles her clit, hips jerking up, greedy for more. Their panties end up somewhere on the floor, and then it's just slick heat grinding against slick heat, wet sounds filling the dark. Tongues fuck mouths, fingers fuck cunts, and the whole bed creaks under desperate, hungry rhythm. Lola rides Pepper's thigh until her thighs shake and she soaks the sheets, then Pepper flips her, pushes her open, and licks until Lola screams into a fist. They come hard, bodies locked, throats raw, and they don't stop until both girls are trembling, glassy-eyed, and grinning like fools.