Keep It Down, Gran!

Lylyta catches Arwen in the living room, fingers already sliding between her own thighs. Arwen does not stop. Lylyta crosses the room barefoot, kneels, and parts Arwen’s legs wider. Her mouth finds Arwen’s soaked cunt and the mature woman sighs, low and guttural. Lylyta sucks her swollen clit, pushes two fingers in, curls them up. Arwen arches. A sharp moan escapes. Wet sounds fill the quiet space between them—slow, steady thrusts and Arwen’s breath catching each time. They trade places. Lylyta climbs onto the couch, spreads for Arwen’s tongue. Arwen fucks her with it, relentless. The girl’s hips roll. She whimpers. Then Lylyta pulls Arwen up, kisses her deep, tasting herself, and guides Arwen’s fingers inside. They grind together, nipples brushing, slick flesh sliding. Lylyta comes first, legs shaking. Arwen follows fast, mouth buried in her neck, body twitching hard against her.