Living With a Nudist: Part Two

Tiffany and Gina let their clothes fall. Gina still leads. They sit naked, breathing each other in, knees touching on the mattress. One kiss, deep, slow, then Gina’s tongue slides down and catches a nipple. She sucks until Tiffany whimpers, then she drags her mouth lower, leaving faint wet lines across smooth skin. She parts Tiffany’s thighs and opens her with one finger, tongue flicking that tight bead in front. Tiffany bucks, floods, and Gina swallows it, hungry and soft. She swings a leg over, straddles her face, and rides her mouth in short, steady strokes. Tiffany licks up every inch offered. They trade the lead, tongues and fingers, coming in tight spasms until breath runs shallow and arms fall heavy across the sheets. Their fingers lace. Gina’s lesson lingers, raw and undeniable.