Schoolgirls

Chanel and Freya waste no time. They’re done pretending. The blonde pins the brunette flat on the bed and drops straight between her legs, tongue working like it’s starved. Freya grabs a fistful of blonde hair and grinds up into it, hips rolling harder with every lick. She’s soaked and getting louder, legs shaking, breath breaking. Then she flips them both. Now the brunette’s on top, thighs locked around Chanel’s head, grinding down like she’s claiming her mouth. Chanel’s tongue slides up through every wet inch, sucking, stroking, relentless. Her fingers slip inside while her mouth keeps working. They moan into each other like they’re trying to ruin the walls. Faces wet. Bodies twitching. No talk, just raw, filthy focus. They come hard, loud, and keep going anyway.