Road Queen #23

Two women move together on crisp white sheets. One is older, her brown hair loose, her body still taut from years of discipline. Her breasts sit high and full, nipples dark against pale skin. Between her thighs the skin is smooth and bare. She kisses the younger woman slowly, mouth open, tongues sliding. Their hands drift over each other—cupping, stroking—until fingers find wet heat. The younger one, breasts smaller and firm, keeps her own bush trimmed short. She presses closer, hips rolling as the mature woman slips two fingers inside her. They breathe into each other’s mouths. Sweat beads on collarbones. The older woman’s tongue traces a line from throat to nipple, sucking until the younger one gasps. She answers by sliding down between spread legs and licking that bare cunt in long, deliberate strokes. The older woman arches, hand tangled in brown hair, urging her deeper. Their bodies shift, legs lock, mouths still searching. Pleasure builds in small sounds, wet fingers, the soft slap of skin. They finish pressed close, mouths locked, thighs trembling.