Going Down on Grandma

Anina, barely twenty-one and aching, finds herself drawn to Maria, the older woman whose touch carries the patience and certainty of years. Maria reads her hunger with little effort. She presses Anina back, parts her young thighs, and lowers her mouth to the glossy slit waiting for her. Her tongue moves in patient, hungry strokes until Anina's breath breaks into soft, sharp cries. Only when the girl is shaking does Maria slide her attention lower, tongue tracing the tight rim she means to open. Her mouth works in lazy, deliberate circles, pushing slick heat just inside while Anina's fingers knot in the sheets. Each new touch reaches nerves the younger woman has never felt before, pushing her past the sharp edge of one climax straight into the shuddering swell of another. Maria never hurries, and Anina forgets any word except the woman's name on her lips.