When she took her finger and ran it across her lips, I felt an intense rush of heat through my pussy. I bent over to run my tongue across her bottom l...p and then suddenly unsure, I pulled back.She wasn't suffering from the same insecurity that I was. Ava had been hoping for this. She ran her hands through my hair and pulled me back towards her, brushing her lips across mine. Her lips were soft and still tasted of wine. When my tongue met hers, I moaned. Her hands were running down my spine and. I gripped the couch as I felt her hand help her hit my clit and the special spot that I thought I'd be the only one to find. I moaned, surprised that I was lasting this long. I was very aware of my entire body and I felt the air coming off from the fan. As the fan thump thump thumped, my closest friend licked inside of me. She tasted my very essence and I felt as though we were both focused on one goal. I put my hand on her head and gently pushed her, daring her to go deeper. Her nose pushed. “Good,” The queen sighed. “Remind me again, who was that bitch you mentioned that might be hotter than me when she hits a growth spurt?” The mirror wracked its brain (or whatever it had) and grimaced as it recalled the name. It had a sinking feeling of dread attached to the name but the queen was its mistress and it would not let anyone best the goddess before it.Heaving a sigh, the mirror revealed the name.“Snow White, my goddess,” He said meekly.“Snow...” The queen muttered furiously, her. Her bikini was bright red, “Azalea Rose” actually, with a shirred top, 32B, that she bought online at Land’s End. She wore her blonde hair in a shaggy bob, and bangs almost covered her eyes, like an adorable Skye terrier. Both girls were small-boned, slender, well groomed with clear complexions, carefully manicured nails, and the shapely firm buttocks of seventeen-year-olds, which they were. Rachel, her wide blue eyes even wider, touched her lips to conceal a tiny burp, probably from.