The Nudist Next Door

Jade Baker carries a basket to the house next door. Jenna Sativa opens the door and pulls her into a warm hug. Inside, over polite conversation, Jenna slips away, then returns with nothing on. Her skin is bare, her nipples tight. Jade stiffens, eyes wide, but Jenna only smiles and explains that her family never bothers with clothes. She is also a lesbian, and the look in her eyes leaves no doubt what she wants. Jenna’s hands drift to Jade’s waist, then lower. Jade edges toward the door, voice stumbling over weak excuses. Jenna answers each protest with a soft kiss on the neck, a whisper against her ear. Fingers trace the seam of Jade’s jeans. A slow, teasing rub through cotton. Resistance melts. Jade parts her lips; they kiss hard, tongues meeting in a deep, wet slide. Moments later Jade’s top is gone, her breasts cupped and lifted to Jenna’s mouth. She lies back on the couch while Jenna straddles her face. Heat and the scent of arousal fill her senses. Jade licks through slick folds, then lower, tongue tracing the tight ring of Jenna’s ass. Jenna moans and rocks, thighs trembling. They switch; now Jade sits above her, gripping the armrest while Jenna’s tongue works circles over her clit, dips lower, pushes inside. Wet sounds fill the room. Jade grinds, breath broken. Jenna follows with the same attention to her ass, pressing the flat of her tongue, then the tip, until Jade gasps and comes hard, thighs quaking against Jenna’s cheeks. They move together, switching positions again and again. Mouths meet tender skin, fingers slide where tongues have already been. Every inch of flesh is licked clean, every hidden crease explored until both women tremble through their final, long release, bodies glistening and spent on the living-room rug.