Irresistible Outfit

Sarah Arabic keeps ordering bike deliveries she doesn't need. Her friend Arabelle Raphael shows up in tight black cycling gear, and the sight hits Sarah like a slap. Curves packed tight, tits pushing hard against the fabric. Every time Arabelle turns to leave, Sarah dreams up another excuse to call her back. Finally Arabelle catches on and plants herself in the doorway. "You keep ordering packages that don't exist," she says, half-smiling. Sarah's face burns. The truth spills out. Arabelle's eyebrows shoot up, but her eyes darken too. She steps closer. Their mouths crash together. Arabelle's hands go to the zipper at her chest. She drags it down slow, letting those heavy natural tits spill free while Sarah watches, hungry. Arabelle strips the rest, piece by piece, cycling shorts rolling down thick thighs until she's bare. She drops to her knees, pulls Sarah's legs over her shoulders, and buries her face between them. Tongues meet. Fingers slide in. Bodies tangle. Sarah swings around, mouth on Arabelle's cunt, and they grind together in a breathless sixty-nine, sweat and spit mixing as the cycling outfit lies crumpled on the floor.