Zoey's 1st Lesbian Anal

Zoey lies stomach-down, ass propped on a pillow. Jaye crawls over her like a cat stalking cream. She presses slow, wet kisses along each round cheek, breathing deep. Her tongue slides out, hungry and sure, tracing a wet circle before it pushes past the tight ring. Zoey gasps, thighs twitching. Jaye works her open with spit-slick fingers, never rushing, never stopping. When she sits on Zoey’s face, her own moans muffle against the cushion. Zoey grips Jaye’s hips and drinks her in. Jaye answers by sinking her tongue deep again, curling and flicking until Zoey’s back bows. One orgasm crashes through, then another, each one wetter, louder. By the time they trade places, both women shake, faces flushed, lips shiny. Jaye straps the small plug in last, twisting just so. Zoey comes again, voice cracking against Jaye’s open mouth, and the room smells like sweat, arousal, and skin.