Licking Lily

Braylin and Lily moved into each other fast. Their mouths pressed hard, hungry. Hands slid under skirts, tracing thighs, slipping higher. Fabric hit the floor. Nothing left to hide now. Lily’s fingers found the heat between Braylin’s legs, pressing, circling, stroking until the moans came sharp and quick. Braylin gave back just as fierce, cupping Lily’s breast, thumb dragging over her nipple. Breasts brushed together, skin on skin. Lily tasted her—slow laps, wet kisses dragging lower. Braylin spread her legs wider. A quick flick of tongue. Her hips jerked. Fingers slid inside, curling, coaxing more wetness with each stroke. Lily’s tongue stayed greedy, relentless. Braylin twisted a hand in her hair, pulled, held her there, riding each slick push and lick. Bodies rocked together, sweat on skin, catching light.