Lesbians Uncovered - Scene 3

Warm skin. Slow breath. She wore nothing beneath her robe—deliberate, lazy. Her fingers sank into the mattress and she reached for him the second he stepped closer. Three months dry, and now she spread herself across the bed like she had been waiting with nothing but heat between her thighs. The slickness there shimmered under lamplight when she opened wider, lips parted, wetness sliding down the cleft of her. Her folds looked ripe, swollen pink from fingering herself the hour before. He pushed two fingers in without ceremony and they disappeared knuckle-deep into that soft, dripping warmth. She clenched on them, fluttered, soaked his palm. He pulled out slow, trailing shine across her inner thigh, then pressed in again harder. Her hips rose to meet each stroke, cunt tightening, greedy for more stretch, more friction. His cock ached against the fly of his trousers. The head pressed forward, thick, aching, leaving a wet spot inside the fabric. She arched, the line of her body beautiful and urgent, and dragged him down by the wrist, forcing his knuckles deeper until he curled them just so and her clit pulsed against the heel of his hand. Every push made that familiar slick sound of suction and spilling heat, and she kept pulling his hand deeper, shameless, until the only thing between them was his decision: whether to keep stroking or finally slide the whole length of his cock where his fingers already were.