Jenna's Gallery Blue - Part 1

She tastes her first, dropping her face between those spread thighs and licking slow at the slick heat already waiting there. Their mouths open to each other in turn—wet tongues dragging, lips pressing, every movement unhurried but greedy. One licks her slick off the fingers she just pulled free. When the strap comes out it slides in smooth and deep, the other woman taking it with a low, drawn breath while the first rocks steady, hips grinding down, each thrust pressing skin to skin until both are moving like they’ve done this a hundred times.