Confidence

Kenna sits up on her knees. Her chest rises, her nipples tight. She tells Vicki about her boyfriend keeping girls in separate drawers. Vicki listens, lips parted. She likes the idea of not having to share him alone. Kenna strokes Vicki’s cheek and leans in. Their mouths meet. Tongues move slowly, wet, unhurried. Kenna’s hands settle on Vicki’s hips, thumbs pressing the soft skin above the waistband. Vicki answers with a low sound that comes from her chest. They strip each other without hurry. Kenna’s fingers trace the small of Vicki’s back, then slide lower, parting her, feeling the heat. Vicki returns the favor, pressing two fingers inside Kenna, curling them, watching her mouth fall open. The air fills with the sound of breathing and skin moving against skin. Kenna lies back, pulling Vicki over her so their mouths line up over each other. Vicki lowers her hips. Kenna licks her in long, wet strokes, tongue flat and steady. Vicki returns the favor, her mouth working Kenna in time, the two of them locked in a rhythm that builds without rushing. Footsteps at the door. Quinton walks in, tie loose, keys still in his hand. He stops. Kenna looks up, chin wet, eyes steady. Vicki keeps licking for a moment longer before she lifts her head and smiles. Kenna takes Quinton’s belt and opens it. The buckle clinks. Quinton is already hard. Kenna takes him in her mouth, slow, then deeper, letting her throat relax. Vicki moves behind him, tongue running down the cleft of his ass, then back up, cleaning the same length Kenna just wet. Quinton groans. Vicki does it again, tongue flat and unashamed. Kenna pulls back, spit on her lower lip. She turns so her ass faces Quinton. He presses into her, steady, filling her in one slow stroke. Vicki lies beneath them, mouth open. When he pulls out, Vicki takes him straight from Kenna’s ass into her mouth, sucking him clean, then guides him back in. They trade him like that until he finishes deep in Vicki, who keeps him in her mouth until he softens.