Taste Me

Scarlett Alexis and Eliza Ibarra lock eyes. They move close, silk and lace brushing warm skin, lingerie still clinging to them. Mouths meet, slow and wet. Tongues tangle, then slide down smooth necks and over bare shoulders. One lace cup falls. Natural tits spill free, round and tight. Fingers tease dark nipples until they stiffen. The other piece of lingerie slips lower. Both women are shaved smooth now, pussies bare and glossy. Eliza sinks to her knees first, spreads Scarlett’s thighs, and drags her tongue through the slick folds. Scarlett moans, fingers sinking into Eliza’s dark hair, holding her exactly where she wants her. She tastes every inch, licking deep, sucking the swollen clit. Scarlett’s hips buck. She pulls Eliza up, kisses her own wetness from those lips, then drops down to return the favor. Her tongue works in steady, greedy strokes, tasting every drop Eliza gives her. The room fills with soft, hungry sounds—wet kisses, quick breaths, the quiet slap of skin. They keep trading places, tasting each other again and again until the sheets are damp and their thighs tremble.