Keep Her Close

Octavia and Selian stand there, water still rolling off their skin. Hair plastered to flushed cheeks. Breasts tight and nipples hard. They lock eyes. A slow grin pulls at Octavia's mouth. She steps in, fingers grabbing Selian's hips, pulling her close. They press together, heat clashing with the cold water clinging to them. Lips crash hard. Tongues push. Selian's hands slide down Octavia's back, nails raking, finding her ass, squeezing, spreading. They grind. Wet skin slips. Octavia's hand finds Selian's slit, parts her folds, rubs slow circles over her clit until Selian's breath hitches. She slips two fingers in, curls, pumps. Selian moans low, pushes against the hand. Then she drops to her knees, takes Octavia's thigh, lifts one leg over her shoulder. Mouth on pussy. Tongue licking deep, sucking the swollen lips, flicking her clit fast. Octavia gasps, grabs Selian's hair, grinds harder. Her hips jerk, thighs shake, but Selian doesn't stop. She fingers and sucks until Octavia's legs buckle and she cums with a strangled cry, juice dripping down Selian's chin. Selian stands, shoves two sticky fingers into Octavia's mouth, watches her suck them clean. Then they turn, Octavia pushing Selian face-first to the wall, spreading her cheeks, tongue dragging across her tight hole, fingers driving into her soaked cunt from behind. Selian's moans echo. Her back arches. She cums hard, legs giving out. Octavia catches her, flips her, they tangle on the floor, legs locked, cunts grinding wet and raw, clit on clit, friction hot, sweat mixing with water. Both shaking, panting, still hungry. The game just started.