Above the Knee - Part 2

Anna Malle leans in from the edge of the garden bench, her tongue moving with patient precision over Dyanna Lauren’s open flesh. Dyanna’s spine curves, breasts pushing upward, skin tight across her ribs as she arches for more. Anna’s mouth never slows—wet strokes working deeper with each pass, lips sealed around her. Dyanna moans, legs parted wider, garden light shifting across both of them. Nothing faked, nothing hurried. Just the raw, explicit pleasure of a tongue on a cunt, skin and breath and urgency meeting in one clean rhythm.