Latex & Lesbians

The future was red-haired Amarna Miller, an aroid beauty with heat coiled beneath porcelain skin. She caught Kayden Kross in black latex, the kind that shone like poured ink, and edged forward. Kayden answered with a hard yank that brought them flush, lips meeting in a wet, filthy press, tongues sliding, breath hot through parted mouths. She drew the zipper down, slow enough that the sound dragged. Amarna followed the gap it left, mouth finding Kayden’s full, heavy breasts, sucking the ripe swell until the skin flushed dark. Her hands peeled the latex wider as her kisses trailed lower, urgent, greedy, until she reached the slick heat between Kayden’s thighs. She buried her face there, licking deep, Kayden’s hips grinding, breath catching in ragged bursts. Kayden hauled her back up and spun her, fingers already inside before Amarna’s knees settled. The blonde’s mouth followed, hot and relentless, tongue working fast until Amarna came sharp and sudden, wet thighs trembling, cries thick against the synthetic air.