Garden Lesbain action by hall of fame Christy

Christy lounged against the stone wall, sun warm on her skin, when Maya stepped close. No hesitation. Maya dropped her knees, parted Christy’s thighs and put her mouth on her. Soft at first—wet licks and slow, firm pressure that made Christy’s hips roll toward her. Soon she was fucking herself against Maya’s tongue, short, breathy moans spilling out into the air. Maya’s fingers slid in, two deep and twisting, stretching her open while her lips stayed locked on Christy’s clit. Each suck, each curl pulled a fresh sound from her throat. Christi’s head dropped back. Her hands tangled in Maya’s hair, hips jerking as the pressure built, broke, and sent her spiraling. Maya kept licking through it, slowing only when Christy’s thighs trembled and her grip loosened.