Every afternoon the dorm door clicks shut, textbooks hit the floor. Two roommates strip naked in seconds—tank tops and shorts tossed aside—then crash onto the lower bunk. Legs tangle, mouths crash together in hungry kisses before they flip into 69. Tongues dive deep, licking slow circles around swollen clits, then plunging into dripping holes with wet, sloppy thrusts. Moans vibrate against skin, fingers gripping thighs hard as they tongue-fuck each other raw, hips rocking, juices coating chins and dripping onto sheets. They never rush—licking deeper, sucking harder until both bodies tense and they cum shaking, squirting hard into eager mouths. Panting, they collapse in a sweaty tangle, laughing softly “same time tomorrow?”
