Moving In, Making Love

Little Puck drops the last box and flops onto the couch like it just tackled her. Sophia Burns lands next to her, both of them breathing like they’ve run a marathon instead of just moving a few feet. Puck rubs her shoulder and winces. Sophia smirks, says something about magic fingers, and goes in for the rescue. The first few rubs feel nice. Then they feel really nice. Fingers slide lower, press deeper, linger longer. Puck’s breath catches, Sophia’s follow. One of them giggles, the other answers with a low hum, and suddenly clothes are in the way instead of on bodies. Sophia’s hands keep moving, but they’re not pretending to massage anymore. She slips her fingers between Puck’s thighs and finds her already wet. Puck arches into it, tits bouncing with every slow stroke. They kiss, laugh into each other’s mouths, then get serious real fast. Sophia works two fingers inside, thumb circling, hips rocking to the rhythm she’s setting. Puck grabs a handful of those big, soft tits and squeezes, feeling the weight shift in her palm. The pace picks up. Wet sounds fill the empty room. They chase it together, bodies sliding, breath stuttering, until the first wave hits Puck hard and loud. Sophia follows right after, fingers still buried deep, both of them shaking and grinning like they just won something.