Thread her fingers tightly in Peta’s hair

Julia’s hands dive into Peta’s dark hair and tighten. She holds her friend’s face firmly against her cunt and begins to grind, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles so that every stroke of Peta’s tongue drags exactly where she needs it. Her voice comes out low and rough between soft gasps.

“Tomorrow he’s going to have both of us,” she says, eyes half-lidded as she watches Peta work. “I want you on your knees first. I want to watch you take that thick cock all the way down your throat while I sit on his desk with my legs spread. Then he’s going to fuck you while I lick your clit. Or maybe he’ll put me on my back and make you sit on my face so I can taste you while he stretches me open. I don’t care which. I just want to hear you moan around him the same way you’re moaning into me right now.”

Peta answers with a deeper, hungrier stroke of her tongue and the curl of two fingers inside Julia. The wet sounds grow louder. Julia’s grip in her hair tightens further. Her thighs begin to shake.

“I want him to cum in you,” Julia continues, voice breaking, “and then I want to clean it out with my mouth. I want to taste both of you mixed together. And when he’s hard again I want him to take my ass while you sit on my face and make me cum.”

The last words dissolve into a sharp cry. Julia’s back arches hard off the sofa. She grinds down against Peta’s mouth and cums in long, shuddering waves, loud and unrestrained, thighs clamping around Peta’s head while her fingers stay locked in her hair. Peta does not pull away. She keeps licking through every pulse until Julia finally collapses, breathing hard, legs still open and trembling.

Peta rises slowly, lips shiny, and crawls up Julia’s body until they are face to face. She kisses her deeply, sharing the taste, then rests her forehead against Julia’s.

“That was only practice,” she whispers. “My turn now. And after that we still have the rest of the afternoon to decide exactly how filthy we want tomorrow to be.”