Zipper of the patterned dress slides down with a quiet hiss. She doesn’t waste time—tongue flicks out, lips part, and she’s deep in a slow, wet circle around the other woman’s clit. Fingers press against inner thighs, spreading them wider. The lingerie-clad one gasps, back bowing off the couch cushions. Switches to full-on mouth, tongue flat and deliberate. No teasing, just hungry. When the patterned dress woman pulls back, the second one whimpers, nails digging into the armrest. They crash together again, mouths locking, breaths mingling. Tongues duel. One hand slides up to grip a breast through the sheer fabric.