Give Me A Lick And A Fist

Miki arches back into the soft pillows when Vinna crawls closer, lips brushing the shell of her ear before sliding down for a long, filthy kiss that tastes like salt and lipstick. They trade wet tongues. Vinna pushes Miki’s knees wider and drops her mouth between them, licking firm stripes over her clit until it swells, shiny and hot. Miki returns the favor, cheeks hollowed, until they’re both shaking and laughing under the weight of it. Miki catches her breath and lies back again. She parts her own folds with two hands, holding the lips wide so Vinna can see everything slick and pink inside. Vinna curls her fist small, kisses Miki’s belly once for luck, then presses four slick knuckles to the opening. She twists, pushes steady and patient, feeling the muscle stretch and then give. Inch by inch her hand slips in until the tight ring closes around her wrist. Miki makes a low, broken sound, hips rolling slow against the fist now buried inside her, pleasure coiling tight and sweet in her stomach.