Scarlett's First Lesbian Anal

Scarlett’s hands trembled against the silk. She had asked for Kristen by name, one whispered wish in the makeup room—Kristen, because she knew. The first kiss lingered at the hinge of Scarlett’s jaw, then traveled lower, open-mouthed, wet, until Kristen’s breath fanned over the tight, nervous muscle that had never taken a tongue. Scarlett’s fingers knotted in the sheets. Kristen pressed her full lips there—slow, unhurried—before her tongue flicked, broad and warm, circling the tender rim. A tremor ran through Scarlett’s thighs, a fine tremor, then another when Kristen sealed her mouth over the same place and sucked, drawing the tight ring into soft heat. The wet rhythm grew bolder; Kristen’s tongue pushed inside, once, twice, until Scarlett’s back bowed, pushing her ass against Kristen’s face. Every stroke opened her a little more, velvet heat replaced by pressure, fear turning sweet. When Kristen eased the first slick knuckle into that shining bud, Scarlett breathed the word “yes” into the pillow, hips rolling. The second finger followed, knuckles twisting, and Scarlett felt herself bloom. The orgasm ripped from the base of her spine outward, white-hot pulses squeezing the length of Kristen’s fingers in a rhythm neither could stop. Later Kristen wiped her mouth on the inside of Scarlett’s thigh and smiled; the taste lingered, electric, beautiful.