Fucking Girls #07, Scene #01

Asa Akira and London Keyes lounged on the couch like they owned the room—skimpy tank tops barely covering their tits, cut-off jeans riding so high the seams barely held on. Asa leaned close, her smile sharp. "Want me to teach you Japanese?" she asked. "Gonna cost you, though." London licked her lips and said yes without thinking. Asa took her time. She shoved the tank top up and sucked hard on London's heavy, natural tits, teeth dragging across stiff nipples until London whimpered. Then her hand slipped inside those tiny shorts, fingers sinking into wet heat. One digit found London's asshole and pressed in. Asa dropped her mouth between London's legs, tongue driving deep while her fingers kept working both holes, saliva and slick running down to the couch. London got greedy. She climbed on top, sat on Asa's face, and started grinding hard, riding her tongue while she yanked Asa's foot up and sucked on each toe, tongue sliding between them. The afternoon stretched—sweat, moans, sheets twisting—until both women lay there wrecked and slick, chests heaving, too spent to move.