Road Queen #16 - Scene 2

Two women face each other. The blonde wears a sheer white top that barely hides her shape. The brunette has on a little black dress, short enough that it rides higher with every step. They stand close, almost still, letting the air between them settle. A slow kiss turns deeper, lips parting, tongues meeting. The blonde’s hands slide down the brunette’s sides, tracing the tight fabric. She pushes the dress up until the brunette’s ass shows, smooth and bare. They trade places without speaking. The brunette slips her fingers under the blonde’s top and lifts it, freeing her breasts. Her tongue finds a nipple, licking it wet before sucking it in. The blonde leans back, hands gripping the brunette’s shoulders. She reaches lower, slips her palm between the brunette’s thighs, and finds her already warm and wet. Two fingers slide in, slow at first, then quicker, the sound of it soft but clear. The brunette answers with her own hand, pressing the blonde open, stroking her clit in steady circles. They stay locked like that—mouth to mouth, fingers inside each other—until their breathing breaks into short, sharp gasps.