Almost the Same

Karlee’s still yapping on the phone, lining up beach plans, when Sinn barges in like she owns the joint. "Ready to go?" she snaps. Karlee hangs up, tells her she’s just the driver, she’s not tagging along. Sinn doesn’t even blink. She slides in close, hands roaming, and reminds Karlee how tight they’ve always been. Next thing, her top’s off and she’s lining their tits up, nipples brushing like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Karlee’s half-laughing, half-frozen, but Sinn’s already palming those heavy tits, rolling the nipples between her fingers. "Just feel it," she says, and dives in, sucking one, then the other, tongue flicking like she’s starving. Karlee moans despite herself, hips shifting, panties already damp. Sinn peels them off slow, spreads her open, and buries her face. Tongue works fast—lapping, sucking her clit until Karlee’s back arches and she cums hard, thighs shaking around Sinn’s head. The second she catches her breath she flips Sinn onto the bed, shoves her knees apart, and dives in just as hungry, licking deep until Sinn’s gripping the sheets and soaking the sheets with every fresh climax.