Golden hour tongues finally taste each other

After the rooftop party, freckled redhead in a black choker pulled her brunette friend into the golden hour light. Eyes closed, tongues sliding deep in a wet french kiss, she melts against her, lips glistening as their mouths lock hungrily. The shorter girl whimpers softly, tongue curling with hers, bodies pressed tight while the sun sets behind them. This exact second she finally gives in after weeks of teasing glances and almost-touches, tasting her completely for the first time.