In the dim-lit room, we snuggle tight,
Two girls on fire, hearts beating just right.
Popcorn ignored as the movie plays on,
But my eyes drift to her, my sexy siren.

She whispers, "Babe, this film's such a bore,
I'd rather feel your lips on my core."
I grin and bite my lip, feeling the heat,
"Let's skip the plot, dive into the treat."

Her hands slide up, under my shirt so thin,
Fingers tracing tits, pinching nipples in.
"Oh fuck, yes," I moan, arching my back,
"You're so damn wet already, don't hold back."

We tangle on the couch, legs intertwined,
Kissing deep and dirty, tongues fully entwined.
"I want your pussy on my face right now," she demands,
"Grind that clit on me, make me your fan."

I straddle her mouth, juices dripping free,
Her tongue dives in, lapping hungrily.
"You're tasting like sin, so fucking divine,"
She gasps between licks, "I could eat you for hours, make you mine."

Fingers plunge deep, stretching me wide,
Two become three, filling me with pride.
"Oh God, yes, finger-fuck me harder, you slut,"
I cry out, bucking as she hits that sweet spot.

She flips me over, her strap-on in view,
Thick and veined, ready to screw.
"Take this cock, you horny little whore,"
She thrusts inside, making me beg for more.

Pounding away, our bodies slap and grind,
Sweat and screams, losing our minds.
"Cum for me, baby, soak this fucking dick,"
I shatter apart, her name on my lips so thick.

We collapse in a heap, panting and spent,
But whispers start again, "Round two? I'm not done yet."
In love and lust, we fade into the night,
Two girls entangled, pure filthy delight.