Girly Action

Lefty Lumaban, older and all muscle, finally pulls the redhead close. Her name is Bree. Hair like fire, skin bare. She’s come here digging into Lefty’s record, her past, but her eyes gave everything away weeks ago. Tonight she looks up once, doesn’t look away again. Lefty backs her into the bedroom. Door clicks. Two mouths meet, wet, hard, almost angry. Fingers tear at clothes and let them fall. They reach the bed and Lefty’s hand finds Bree already soaked. She rubs two fingers along the trimmed lips, circles the swollen clit with the pad of her thumb. Bree moans into her mouth, thighs twitching. Lefty pushes inside, curling, working her until Bree arches and comes hard, breath stuttering, pussy gripping her knuckles. When Bree stops shaking, Lefty swings a leg over her face. She lowers until she feels Bree’s tongue flatten and press upward. Lefty grinds slow, careful. Slick heat spills out of her onto Bree’s chin and cheeks. She rocks a little faster, chasing it, letting every drop land while Bree licks and swallows, greedy for more.