Mother Daughter Exchange Club #43

She presses in close, lips parting with a soft, hungry sound, her tongue sliding against the other girl’s in a long, deliberate kiss. The blonde’s fingers trace down a narrow waist, cup small breasts with a gentle squeeze that draws a quiet gasp. Her own skin is smooth, bare everywhere, and she leans in until their bodies fit together, heat blooming where skin meets skin. The smaller girl’s hands drift lower, slow, circling her hips before sliding between her thighs. She parts them without hesitation. The room is quiet except for their breath and the wet sound of fingers working in steady rhythm. She watches her lover’s face, eyes half-lidded, mouth open, every little twitch of pleasure obvious. The blonde dips her head, kisses her again, deeper this time, and keeps her hand moving, coaxing soft, broken sounds from the girl beneath her.