Love To Be Oiled

Inna Innaki takes her time with Alice Alisaki. She slicks oil across Alice's skin, the warm oil catching light across heavy, full breasts and dark brown hair that sticks wet to her shoulders. Two women move like they’ve waited months for the same taste. Inna presses her mouth where the nipples darken, tongue flat and insistent, while her hand slides between Alice’s slick thighs. Alice moans low, lifts her hips, wants more. Inna answers without pausing: fingers, then two, then three; the sound of oil meeting skin becomes a wet, steady rhythm that fills the room. Each thrust, each pull of suction, pulls Alice tighter around her hand until she gasps and her cunt pulses hard. Inna’s breathing grows sharper. She angles lower, tongue tracing below her own busy fingers, tasting salt and oil and need. Alice arches, thighs flex, coming in thick, rolling waves. Only when the trembling eases does Inna lift her face, lips glossed, eyes dark, already looking for what she can take next.