Spencer Carlin woke up gasping and wet. Her nipples rock hard, straining beneath the lithe little tongue nipping relentlessly against her right breast, engulfing the tender flesh in warm wetness. Delicate French manicured fingers tweaked her left nipple, pinching and pulling at it. Arching her back for more contact, Spencer craved more, her fingers already tangled in ginger blonde curls urging the pleasure downwards. Yet those defiant lips remained stationed devouring her right breast.

Groaning, Spencer urged both their bodies upright, her one time lover still attached to her pert breasts, now teasingly meeting Spencer’s lust filled gaze with her own wonton blue. Gripping the blonde by the back of her neck Spencer forced the lips from her breast to meet her own sleep chapped lips in a bruising kiss.

“Don’t tease,” Spencer’s voice gruff from sleep, or rather the inadequate amount of sleep she did manage. Her hands already trailing the length of her bed mate, noting the dips, the curves, coming to rest on a pert little butt, taking a cheek in each hand, Spencer began kneading the flesh roughly.

“Spencer!” the other blonde whimpered into her breasts.

Spencer grinned pushing the blonde onto her back and straddling her thighs, moving her hands to pin her captive to the bed. Spencer stared into her eyes.

“You’re beautiful,” husked Spencer’s blonde bed guest.

Spencer lost herself in pale blue eyes, her probing orbs, dazed lost in time.

“You’re beautiful…” One kiss. Two kiss. Three kiss.

Spencer gasped as the alluring lips of Ashley Davies trailed down her naval. Her talented tongue dipping into Spencer’s ticklish belly button. She cupped the wild brown mane in her hands, dragging those addicting lips back to her own. “You’ve never seen me,” Spencer reminded the older girl, their lips dangerously close. “How do you know I’m not utterly hideous,” she teased, capturing those lips between her teeth.

“Because…” Ashley said, her bottom lip still possessed in between teeth, she took Spencer’s hands hostage and pinned them roughly above their heads, pressing her breasts firmly into her lover’s, Moaning as her taunt nipples’ met Ashley’s hardening nubs, Spencer released Ashley’s lips, “…I said so.” Was the cocky response. Lips teasingly trailed across her chin, “and I’m always right.” Spencer felt the infamous Davies grin, that commanded the room. “Your arms,” those lips danced across her arms, “beautiful. Your neck,” Ashley nip her neck, causing a moan, “beautiful. Your eyes,” a kiss on each eye lid, “Your nose, your cheeks,” a kiss on each cheek, while she squeezed Spencer’s ass for good measure earning a moan, “beautiful.”