Poetry Stories Novels & Stories

“Rub with me, baby.” Our soaked cunts met—hot, slippery, clit to clit. We started grinding slowly at first, then faster, hips rolling in messy circles. The sensation was electric. Every slide of her slick pussy lips against mine sent sparks through my body. Our clits rubbed together perfectly, and the wet sounds of our juices mixing were obscene. Sarah leaned forward, her heavy tits swaying as she grabbed my hips for leverage. “Feel that, Emma? Mommy’s pussy kissing yours. So fucking wet for each other.”