Where the Boys Aren't #16 - Part 2

Jenna stands there, tits bare through the crossed wires of a metal mesh shirt. Each stiff nipple pokes out, small gold loops quivering when she moves. She looks over her shoulder at the woman kneeling behind her and opens her thighs just enough. The other woman presses her open mouth to Jenna’s ass, tongue gliding slowly between her cheeks. Jenna reaches back, grabs a fistful of hair, and rocks her hips—soft slow circles that smear slick skin over the searching tongue. Heat blooms low in her belly and spreads through her spread legs, pulling a small moan from her chest. Tight arcs of mesh dig faintly into her flesh, cold metal beside hot skin, while the tongue below her works deeper with each thrust of her hips. Her voice is low and breathy, almost laughing, as she murmurs another woman’s name and comes just from the steady, wet pressure of the tongue inside her.