Fist Of Pleasure

Daisy sprawled across the leather, Lexi’s mouth on hers, slow at first. Soft breaths traded, hands roaming with lazy hunger. It didn’t stay gentle. Tongues pushed past lips, teeth caught skin. Skirts shoved aside, thighs opened wide, and the air thickened with heat and want. They went down without grace. One on her back, the other between spread knees, licking with a purpose—no teasing, just full, wet pressure. Spit slicked folds. Fingers slipped inside, then curled hard. The couch creaked under shifting weight. Lexi watched Daisy’s face, noted every twitch, every plea. She worked deeper, knuckles slick, wrist turning just so. Daisy gasped through parted lips, hips lifting, knees trembling. She took every inch, voice cracking when she begged for it, already begging for more.