Dirty Britches

Serena Blair straightens up at the stables when she spots the statuesque blonde. Lyra Law struts over, borrows a piece of tack, and flips her hair. Serena's pulse kicks hard. Lyra talks fast, laughs louder, and steals a kiss before Serena can decide. Her tongue tastes of spearmint and heat. Lyra yanks her own top off, tits bare in afternoon light. Serena's conservative nerves melt. Lyra tugs Serena's britches down, fingers sliding over slick cunt. She kicks out of her own jeans, boots still on, and shoves them onto Serena's bare feet. Naked on fresh straw, Serena spreads when Lyra's mouth seals over her clit. First orgasm rips through her, quiet and stunned. Lyra rises, cunt glazed, and kisses her. Cum-slick lips trade. Then Lyra climbs, lowers her ass onto Serena's face. Serena licks what she can reach. Lyra spins her against the barn planks, parts her cheeks, and tongues her hole. Fingers work her clit at the same time. Another climax slams Serena forward, knees buckling. She kneels, parts Lyra's folds, tastes pussy for the first time, tongue buried until Lyra shakes and floods her mouth. They roll into a frantic sixty-nine on the stall floor, slick thighs clamped, each woman licking the other past every edge until they come again and again.