She Knows

Leana Lovings knows the moment Liz Jordan climbs over her. She opens her mouth and finds Liz already wet, soft folds sliding against her tongue as Liz settles into her face. Liz moans low and grinds down, rocking her hips in small circles while her fingers find Leana’s own slick center. Two slender hands spread Leana open, and Liz sinks two fingers inside her, slow at first, then quicker, curling with intent. Leana gasps into Liz’s cunt and answers with her own mouth, licking deeper, sucking the swollen clit that rides her tongue. They move together like that—hips tilting, fingers thrusting, each of them feeding off the other’s rising sounds until nothing else exists but heat and wet and the steady rhythm of pleasure.