Lily Cade eats some pussy

Lily Cade pulls open the fridge, bare feet on cool tile, when Rizzo Ford leans against the counter behind her. “Hungry?” Lily asks over her shoulder. “Starving.” Rizzo grins slow, bites her lower lip, and tilts her head. “Why don’t you just eat my pussy instead?” The offer hangs there, raw. Lily shuts the door with a nudge of her hip. She crosses the kitchen in two steps, slides her hand under the hem of Rizzo’s tank, palms her cunt through the thin cotton. Already damp. Rizzo spreads for her, back flat to the cabinets, thighs trembling. Lily drops, knees hitting marble, and tugs the shorts aside. She licks once, tongue flat and firm, then buries her mouth, sucking the swollen clit between her lips while two fingers sink inside. The marble grows warmer beneath them, the kitchen filling with the wet sounds of each open-mouthed draw, Rizzo’s fingers knotting in Lily’s hair like she’s afraid she’ll stop.