Granny's Pussy

Lotty Blue has her face buried between Antonia’s thighs, tongue working that slick, pink slit with slow, greedy strokes. Antonia spreads wider, heels planted in the sheets, while Lotty hums low, tasting every inch. They trade places like they’ve done it a hundred times: now Lotty’s on her back, knees up, and Antonia’s tongue slides lower, circling the tight rim with the same wet devotion. Their moans get louder, urgent, half-breath and half-laugh, as mouths replace one another again and again, never letting up until both of them are shaking.