Girls In White #011 002

Nicki figured it out the second the envelope hit the floor. She crossed the room barefoot, yanked Danica's hips back against hers and shoved one hand straight down those white panties. Two fingers found the spot quick, thumb working circles over her clit while teeth nipped the slope of Danica's neck. "Inside," she breathed. "Now." Danica's bra hit the wall, and Nicki dropped to her knees, jerking the zipper low. Her mouth pressed hot through the thin white cotton before she dragged everything down and off. Tongue split the folds, licked once then buried deep. Short, fast strokes. No teasing. She added a finger, curling, pressing against that ridged patch, never slowing when Danica's thighs started shaking. Nicki stayed right there, mouth busy, hand steady, until Danica's cry broke open and her cunt pulsed around every digit. Nicki didn't pull away until the tremors quit. Then she wiped her chin with the back of her hand, stood, and kissed the taste into Danica's mouth. "Welcome to Girls in White."