Burst

Emberly and Kit hit a snag in the laundry room, their favorite shirts and bras came out tiny. The two stacked girls wrestle with the fabric. Their tits threaten to burst free. Emberly stares as Kit wriggles into one of the bras anyway and her breasts spill everywhere, nipples straining against the stretched cups. Emberly’s hands twitch. She moves in. She traces the soft overflow with her tongue, then bites. Heat rolls up her spine like the dryer on high. They drop to the floor in a tangle, hands everywhere. Emberly pulls Kit’s thighs open and works her fingers in slow circles, feeling her slick. Kit bucks and moans. They grind together, bare and slippery. Every movement pulls the too-small clothes tighter against them, pinching flesh, rubbing raw. Moans echo off the tile. The wash cycle still spins in the background while they fuck like it’s the last thing they’ll ever do.