Women Seeking Women #65
2019·33 min·98% liked·13.4K Views
She leans back on the silk sheets, legs open. The old scars across her thighs still stand out like secret letters. My hand finds them, fingers tracing over each raised ridge. She trembles, breath quickening. I watch the way her nipples harden in the cool air, tracing circles with my tongue until she arches. The July heat clings to her skin, slick between us. When I push inside she bites her lip until it bleeds. We’ve been at this for years and it never dulls: each thrust pulls a deeper gasp from her throat, her fingers digging into my back with a hunger that leaves marks of her own.













