Her Favorite Dessert

Bonnie just turned nineteen. Cake's crumbs still clinging to forks. Friends gone, door shut, and the real party starts in the kitchen. She catches Sandra by the wrist, pulls her in. 'Thanks for everything,' she purrs, then smirks. 'Cake was sweet, but what I want now is your wet pussy all over my tongue.' They’ve kept this hidden for months, these midnight showers under the covers, these stolen gasps. Tonight the dam breaks. Bonnie drops to her knees, drags Sandra’s panties aside, drinks every hot gush like she’s starving. Sandra grabs the counter, thighs shaking, and the first jet hits Bonnie’s chin. She doesn’t flinch; she swallows, grins, and pushes two fingers deep until the next burst floods her mouth. She rises, kisses Sandra hard, swaps the taste between their tongues, then kneels again for another round, another flood. Each time Sandra comes she floods Bonnie’s lips, and Bonnie drinks until she’s dripping, until they’re swapping slick kisses and the whole room smells like sex and sugar.