Sylvia came home with a new used carpet, which she rolled out in the living room.

“It’s nice,” Traci said. Sylvia surmised from Traci’s tone that she wasn’t truly impressed.

“I got it with you in mind,” Sylvia said.

“Oh?”

Sylvia grinned. “Yeah. The accents are the same shade as your pussy hair.”

Traci blushed.

“Also, now when I eat you out, you won’t slide all over the floor and get splinters in your pretty butt.”

Traci’s blush deepened.

“Shall we try it?” Sylvia suggested. “It’s so soft I bet I won’t get rug burns on my knees, and I’m sure it will feel real good on your ass.”

Shyly, Traci let herself be undressed. “Now lie down,” Sylvia commanded. The girl sat on the carpet and lay back. In a wink, Sylvia was naked and between Traci’s slender thighs.

“Oh, what a pretty, pretty pussy you have,” Sylvia said, as she parted the plump petals. Sylvia, expert at exciting Traci, let the little finger of one hand tickle the bud of Traci’s anus while her other fingers manipulated Traci’s labia. Soon the puffy sex lips curled around the dawn-pink core of Traci’s cunt and were almost too slippery to grip from all the girl-sap which had welled up and oozed out.

Traci squeezed her nipples in time to Sylvia’s ministrations. When enough girl-syrup had seeped down to Traci’s asshole, Sylvia’s little finger penetrated the tight clench. “Come, darling,” Sylvia said, and when she blew gently on the erect clitoris, Traci came. Sylvia tongue-fucked the girl through several more orgasms until Traci was thoroughly spent.

They lay in each other’s arms on the plush rug.

Later Traci was abashed when she noticed the wet spot.

“It does look lonely,” Sylvia admitted. “Let’s make it some playmates.” And so they did.