Gentlemen Prefer Ginger - Part 9

Two women tangled on silk sheets that stick to their skin. Oil glistens across their bodies, catching every curve and line. One leans back, legs spread wide, while her lover's mouth finds the swollen heat between them. Her tongue moves in slow, deliberate strokes—licking the slick, puffy folds until they shine. The woman being tasted tilts her hips up, chasing the rhythm. Fingers slip inside, two at first, then three, working in and out with steady, wet sounds. Oil and arousal mix on her tongue, every lick louder, every thrust deeper. She moans into the wetness, pressing closer, jaw working. The girl on her back grips the sheets with one hand, reaches down with the other, threads her fingers through the dark hair between her thighs. She pushes her lover’s face deeper, riding the tongue. Her clit throbs, swollen and slick, each pass of that hungry mouth sending shocks up her spine. Inside, those slick fingers curl, press hard against the spot that makes her toes curl. Another finger slides lower, circling the tight ring between her cheeks, pressing in just enough to make her gasp. She comes with a raw sound—hips bucking, cunt pulsing around the fingers buried deep inside. The girl licking her doesn’t pull back. She stays right there, tongue lapping at the fresh rush of wetness, lips shining with oil and come.