Lesbian Moaning

Christy sat on the narrow dorm bed with her bare legs draped over Jennifer’s shoulders. Her skirt bunched at her waist while Jennifer’s tongue dragged slow, wet strokes between her parted lips. Christy’s breath hitched each time that tongue flicked the hard bud above her opening. The small room smelled of skin and the citrusy perfume still clinging to Jennifer’s neck. Outside, voices passed in the hall, laughing too loudly. Christy pressed her palm over her own mouth, eyes closing tight. Jennifer stayed low, shoulders moving with every deliberate press of mouth and fingers sliding in and out. A thin strand of spit stretched between her lips and Christy’s glistening skin before she dipped back in, sucking the swollen flesh just hard enough to make Christy’s legs jerk. Christy’s free hand gripped the edge of the mattress, knuckles pale.