The brunette traced her fingers down her friend’s thighs, the anticipation electric between them. Her lips followed, soft and teasing, until they found their destination. A moan escaped, sharp and wanting, as her tongue danced slow circles, tasting every trembling response. Fingers gripped the sheets, legs parted wider in invitation. Each flick and stroke built the pressure higher, until pleasure rolled like thunder through her friend's body. They moved as one intimate, unhurried, lost in the pulse of shared desire. In that moment, nothing else existed but lips, tongue, and the echo of blissful moans.
