Badmoms

Tiffany leans forward, heavy ass parted, and waits. Zazie kneels closer, breath catching on the familiar perfume of pussy and perfume. At first the girl only stares at slick lips already parted and wanting, then she presses her mouth there. The first taste hits her hard–salt and slick and the faint tang of soap. Tiffany groans low, the sound lazy, self-possessed. Zazie drags her tongue flat and slow; the step-mother answers with a soft roll of her hips and a hand on the back of the girl’s head that says “stay.” Nothing hurried, nothing wasted. When they come it is quiet—Tiffany’s thighs tightening around Zazie’s face, the young tongue still moving through the aftershocks until both bodies loosen and settle, warm and spent.