Road Queen #32

She has the kind of body that gets noticed—blonde hair brushing her shoulders, skin smooth all over, a few tattoos catching the light when she moves. They come together slowly at first, mouths opening, tongues meeting like they’ve done this before. The blonde slips her hands down to cup the other woman’s breasts, thumbs brushing over the nipples until they tighten under her touch. She sinks lower, tracing her lips along the curve of each breast before pressing her face between them, breathing her in. When her mouth finally reaches the shaved lips, she parts them with gentle fingers and licks once, twice, then settles into a steady rhythm. The other woman’s hands find her hair and hold her there, hips rolling up to meet every stroke of her tongue. The blonde keeps at it, licking and sucking with the same patience she used on her breasts, until the soft sounds fill the room and the woman beneath her begins to shake.