Sophia Scissors Dharma

Sophia Burns and Dharma Jones lock eyes across the mattress, already half undressed and grinning like they’ve done this before. Dharma’s dark hair spills over Sophia’s thighs when she leans in, tongue tracing the seam of Sophia’s cunt until the other woman’s hips lift. Sophia answers by hooking her arms under Dharma’s knees and pulling her open the same way, mouth sealing hot and wet between spread legs. Their pace quickens. Fingers slide inside—two for Sophia, three for Dharma—and the room fills with the slick sound of it, punctuated by sharp, helpless breaths. Then Sophia swings her leg over, twists, and suddenly they’re sixty-nining, faces buried, hips rocking, thighs flexing against each other’s cheeks. Dharma’s bare foot catches on the sheet, toes curling as Sophia tongues her clit faster. Sophia’s own toes press into Dharma’s side when she comes first, the tremor rolling straight through her into Dharma’s mouth; seconds later Dharma follows, thighs shaking around Sophia’s head. They stay tangled, licking slower now, tasting the mess they’ve made, chasing every last shiver until the need drains out of them and only soft, satisfied sighs remain.