Fistful Of Curves

Dido runs her tongue over Wicky's pierced nipples until they harden against her teeth. She sucks each heavy breast, slow and wet. Then she pushes the woman onto her back and licks into the warmth between her legs, tasting her until Wicky squirms. Soon the roles flip. Wicky straddles Dido's face and grinds down, her thighs tight, her breath short. She is still catching her own breath when Dido switches places and begins sliding four fingers deep inside her. The stretch pulls Wicky wider each time. Her sex opens, soft and exposed, the gaps forming after each slow withdrawal.