Road Queen #32

Carla had already slipped out of her dress when the older woman stepped through the door. Pale light from the window caught the clean shave between her thighs and the soft lift of her breasts. The brunette moved slowly, yet her hands wasted no time. She took the woman’s mouth first, kissing deep while fingers traced the fullness of those natural tits. The mature lover answered with a low sound, pressing closer, their tongues sliding wet together. Each kiss lingered longer than the last until breath grew short. The older woman’s blouse came undone, buttons parting under Carla’s touch. Naked now, they met skin to skin, hips shifting to feel every curve. The kiss broke only long enough for lips to find a nipple, teeth grazing, then returned with fresh heat. They sank onto the bed, legs parting, mouths never idle. Hands wandered down bellies until fingertips met slick heat. The rhythm they set was patient, then quicker, breathing hard against each other’s lips. When they came, it was together, mouths locked tight and bodies shaking in one long, shared tremor.