Golden Age

Szuzanne stares at Liza the way a woman starves. The older blonde keeps herself tight, body toned, face still sharp under a sweep of honey hair. She leans in and tastes the younger girl like she’s been dreaming about it for weeks. Liza lets out one soft sound then pushes forward, hungry now, nipples tight against Szuzanne’s mouth. They tangle quickly, shifting until mouths find wet centers, until fingers slide over slick folds. Breasts press together, soft and warm, each tongue working deeper with steady, greedy strokes. Szuzanne moans into Liza’s cunt, the sound half-choked and thick. The younger girl answers with the flat of her tongue dragging slow and deliberate across Szuzanne’s clit, never rushing, never stopping. They stay locked like that, breathing hard, sucking, licking, riding the rhythm until the pleasure starts to edge into something sharper.