Road Queen #28

Two women move together in a dim room. Their mouths meet first—slow, wet kisses that deepen quickly. One is all smooth skin and natural breasts; the other a redhead whose hair spills across pale shoulders. Hands slide beneath lace. Fingertips find heat. The brunette arches when those fingers push inside, slow at first, then with more purpose. The redhead watches her face as she curls her touch deeper, thumb circling the swollen clit. The air is thick with the sound of slick skin and low breaths. Each thrust draws a tighter gasp. Bodies press closer. Mouths find nipples. The brunette’s hips roll against the hand working her open, chasing every last pulse of pleasure. A final, sharp cry breaks from her throat as the redhead’s fingers keep moving through the rush, coaxing every tremor from her until she shudders and stills.