Road Queen #17 - Scene 1

She came in from the other room, the older brunette, already barefoot, a soft blouse open at the neck. The younger woman met her halfway and kissed her without speaking. Their mouths opened slow and stayed there, tongues brushing, hands already working buttons free. The older woman’s blouse slipped to the floor and she stepped out of her skirt; underneath she was bare, the skin smooth and freshly shaved. The camera caught the shine of it as the younger woman sank to her knees and pressed her lips to that clean mound, breath hot and steady. She licked once, slow, then again, tongue spreading heat until the older woman’s hips tilted forward and her hand settled in soft dark hair. They moved to the edge of the bed, the older woman lying back, knees wide, the younger one still between them. Fingers slid inside, careful at first, then deeper, and a slick sound filled the quiet. The older woman’s breath caught, hips rising. She gripped the sheets and came hard, clear liquid pulsing out in short, wet bursts that soaked the younger woman’s wrist and the sheet beneath her. They stayed close after, kissing again, skin damp, the older woman’s thighs still open and trembling.