Lesbian Triangles #20

She was older. A soft blonde who knew what she wanted. The younger one had a little ring in her navel, another through her nipple. They met with open mouths, tongues sliding wet, slow, then harder. Hands cupped warm breasts. Natural. Full. The younger girl's skin still had that tight, new feel. The older woman's lips moved lower, tasting, sucking. Their hips rocked together, skin on skin, wet sounds filling the quiet room. Fingers slipped inside each other, slow at first, then quicker, deeper. The blonde's mouth stayed at the younger girl's chest, licking around the metal piercing, tugging it gently with her teeth. Their breathing grew ragged. Bodies twisted. The older woman came first, a low moan against smooth skin. The younger one followed right after, thighs shaking, holding tight. They kissed again after, slower this time, spent and sticky, legs still tangled.