Lesbian Census

Abigail walks the block, clipboard in hand. At the last house she finds Cassidy, another woman—relief. Cassidy answers each question without hesitation until the form asks about orientation. She hesitates. Abigail suspects the reason: fear of trouble. To clear the air, Cassidy needs proof she isn’t phobic. She proves it by pulling Abigail into a hard kiss and dragging her across the threshold. Inside, clothes drop fast. Cassidy buries her face between Abigail’s heavy, natural tits and sucks until the nipples stiffen. She shoves Abigail’s pants to her ankles and finds the slick heat already there, fingers sliding through folds. Abigail isn’t idle; she buries two digits in Cassidy’s tight slit, then drops to tongue the tight star of her ass before sucking hard on her clit. Cassidy slides under Abigail, drives fingers deep, then grinds her bare cunt along Abigail’s, juices smearing both thighs. They flip, hips rolling in reverse, asses bouncing against each other. Cassidy spreads Abigail’s cheeks, licks long and greedy, then lies back so Abigail can fuck herself on her tongue. Finally they tangle head-to-toe, mouths and cunts in frantic 69 until Cassidy’s legs shake, her slick walls clenching around Abigail’s pumping fingers.