Breakfast Of Lesbians

Leigh and Kristen wake tangled in expensive white sheets, breasts soft and bare, their bodies still humming from the night before. Leigh slips out of bed without a word. Kristen watches her go, then slides a hand between her own thighs, two fingers circling through the dark strip of hair crowning her pussy. Her eyes stay half-lidded until Leigh steps back in, voice low, laptop in hand. On the screen a beautiful girl is in the exact same filthy predicament Kristen has just fantasized about—cereal, milk, gaping holes—and Leigh is already texting the prop guy to bring everything up. They start slow, mouths open, tongues trading slow, wet kisses. Kristen cups Leigh’s small, tattooed tits and sucks each nipple until it stiffens. Leigh returns the favor, then drops lower, tonguing through Kristen’s bush, tasting the wetness that’s gathered there. When she rolls Kristen onto her belly, Kristen arches, offering her ass. Leigh spreads it, licks around the tight pink ring until Kristen pushes back against her mouth. Tongues give way to lube-slick fingers, then the smooth curve of a glass toy, sliding in deep until both women’s bottoms clench and bloom around cool glass. Kristen keeps her palm flat on Leigh’s back while she works the thicker end inside her, watching Leigh’s asshole stretch into a wet, quivering gape. The metal speculum comes next—chrome jaws opening Leigh’s hole until the inside gleams. Cold milk pours in first, followed by a crisp handful of cereal that lands with a little splash. With a spoon Kristen scoops the softened mixture out, tastes it, then feeds the rest into Leigh’s waiting mouth. Leigh swallows, smiling around the spoon. Kristen pushes the rest back in with the double-headed dildo, white liquid running down over Leigh’s cunt in warm rivulets. They trade places. Now Leigh packs Kristen full, adding milk until bubbles spill up around the rim. She slips a flexible straw in and blows, watching Kristen gasp as the frothy mix forces deeper. When Kristen’s hole pushes everything out in thick, messy spurts, both girls dip fingers, tongues, even lips into the overflow, tasting breakfast straight from each other’s bodies, hungry and laughing between every filthy kiss.