The Art of Pussy Eating: Sit on My Face

Lana Rhoades swipes until Adria Rae's profile stops her finger cold. The face is striking. Interests line up. A quick call, a shared selfie, and the plan flips into motion. Adria shows up ready for fresh air, talks about a trail until a heavier sky leaks the first drops. Lana ignores the clouds, pulls her close and kisses the crook of her neck, tasting salt. Fingers skim Adria's waistband, push lace aside, part plump lips already glossy. Lana climbs up, spreads wide on the sofa, plants her thick bush over Adria's mouth and settles. Wet heat drags slow circles around Lana's swollen clit, mouth sealing, sucking gently until the orgasm jolts her. They roll. Adria straddles, rocking her slick seam across Lana's tongue, hips jerking faster until her own release pulses. Bodies twist again. Legs slip, mouths refit, practice continues, keep rubbing and tasting and coming until every twitch quiets and the cushions hold nothing but warm skin and spent breath.