"Eat me, you horny little bitch!" Samantha purred, running her hands up and down Cathy's slim, firm little body.

She petted the cheeks of her friend's narrow ass, slipped her fingers between them, and touched Cathy's pussy from the rear. The crinkly red hair wasn't so crinkly now; it was sopping with leakage from Cathy's own aroused cunt. Sammi's hand rubbed back and forth, while Cathy's smooth thighs squeezed and flexed, sometimes tensing to pull the fingers tightly against the redhead's hot, dripping pussy.

Cathy lifted her face, picking a stray hair off her tongue. "I'll keep it as a memento. Let's bump and grind."

Samantha nodded, rolling onto her side. Cathy lay down, feet toward Samantha's head, and they moved into a clothespin position, legs clutching each other's body and the hairy muffs of their cunts brought together. There was a squish as the wet pussies bumped together, and Samantha purred at the rubbing sensation. She clutched Cathy's thigh, stroked it, and rocked herself again and again, onto Cathy's grinding cunt. It was a position she had never dreamed of before her affair with Cathy, but it was incredible once she tried it. Trouble was, it worked properly only in pussy-to-pussy encounters.

With a man it wouldn't have been nearly as much fun.

But right now it was just cunt against cunt, both of them wet and aroused, the bushes damp with leaked feminine secretions, the clits standing up.

"Frig me off," Cathy pleaded, reaching down to stroke Samantha's clit. "You do me and I'll do you."

Samantha didn't have to be asked twice. Her own head was swimming with pleasure as Cathy began her knowing brand of clit stimulation.