Stylish & Dirty

Missy Luv wore her youth like silk against skin—blonde hair loose, lips parted, and hungry for something she hadn't tasted yet. Franny moved with the calm of someone who'd earned her hunger the slow way. She took Missy by the wrists and pulled her closer until their mouths met, deep and wet, tongues sliding like a promise. Franny guided her down, fingers firm at the nape of her neck, until the girl was on her knees and trembling. She lifted her skirt without hurry, parted her thighs, and let Missy press her face against bare heat—tongue learning the slow circles that make a woman open. Franny rocked into that eager mouth, hips rolling, one hand in golden hair, the other braced behind her. Each gasp turned wetter, each sound Missy made louder, until Franny's breath caught, thighs tightening, and she came hard, breath hissing between her teeth, sweet and sharp as fresh fruit.