She's Tense

Kay runs her hands across Natasha's thighs until the older woman shivers and parts her legs. She drags her tongue slowly from Natasha's wet entrance up to the swollen clit, teasing every fold with lazy strokes before sealing her mouth around it. Natasha's hips jerk. Her breath catches. Kay grips her by the ass and pulls her closer, tongue working in tight circles until Natasha's thighs start to shake. She doesn't let up. Natasha grabs fistfuls of sheet and pushes back harder, chasing each lap like she's starving for it, slick coating Kay's chin as the pleasure builds and tips. She comes with a throaty groan, her cunt pulsing, leaving Kay's mouth shining in the low light. They switch without a word. Kay lies back. Natasha settles between her spread knees, tongue already sliding through her slit, slow and heavy. Each pass drags a fresh wave of heat through her. Kay bites her lip. Her hands find Natasha's hair and hold on as the sensation climbs, sharp and wet, until her whole body locks up and floods Natasha's tongue with heat.