Lesbian Desire

Cherie DeVille spreads her legs and tells Lilly Ford to get to work. The blonde starts slow, her tongue pressing soft circles against Cherie’s ass before slipping lower. Cherie moans, reaches back, and pulls her closer. They trade places soon after. Lilly lies flat while Cherie kneels over her face, hips rocking in a steady rhythm. Small, pink nipples stand stiff as Lilly arches up to meet her. They shift into a sixty-nine, tongues busy, legs tangled, the room filling with slick sounds and sharp breaths. Cherie slides two fingers inside Lilly, curling them just right. Lilly answers with her own fingers, matching the pace. Their toes brush and linger, soles pressing together, neither one wanting distance. Every thrust draws another wet sound. Hips grind. Muscles tense. The heat builds until both women shake, then peak again, breath caught and bodies slick with sweat.