Cunnilingus Confessional

They talk first, voices low—each naming exactly what they crave. Hazel wants patience at first, a mouth learning her curves slowly. Luca wants weight. Her clit adored, her folds held between lips that don't hesitate. They begin with kisses that deepen until Hazel's lips find the inside of Luca's thigh, dragging wet warmth upward. She licks long, flat-tongued strokes across the flushed skin, pressing firmly the way Luca asked for. Not hurried. Just relentless. When they switch, Hazel sinks back, fingertips circling her nipples while Luca teases lighter, tracing the very rim of her opening before licking inside. Hazel can't stay still. She rises, swinging one leg over, and lowers herself until Luca's mouth closes over her clit in one soft, patient pull. The rhythm builds. Luca adds a finger, sliding into slick heat, curling as her tongue keeps that steady pressure. Then the bedsheets flip again. Hazel curls her tongue deep while her fingers press upward into Luca's cunt. Luca's breath hitches; the muscles in her stomach tighten, and she comes with a low, bitten sound that vibrates against Hazel's hand. One more exchange—Luca settling again between Hazel's open thighs—sending her over with slow, heavy strokes that draw a shaking climax out of her.