Lost And Found

Leana Lovings answers the knock at her door to find Serene Siren holding her lost journal. The blonde explains she found it on the bus and read a few entries when she saw the empty cover. Leana's cheeks heat, but she thanks her anyway. Serene owns the intrusion without excuses; the diary's voice was too warm to ignore. She says she wanted to return it to someone who feels that deeply. Leana laughs, nervous, and invites her inside. The conversation thickens quickly. Compliments pass between them like hands brushing. Leana admits she's shy but not disinterested. Serene reaches up, thumb tracing the bow of Leana's lower lip. The air draws taut. Clothes come off in slow pulls and tugs, bras undone with a single practiced snap. Leana's small tits press against Serene's fuller ones, soft skin catching and gliding. Their mouths meet, open and wet. Kisses taste the edges first then go deeper. Serene's fingers drift down, parting Leana, sliding two fingers along the wet seam before pressing inside. Leana gasps, hips tilting, greedy for more. The couch cushions dip as they settle. Legs wrap, moans rise in staggered rhythm. Serene leans back, guiding Leana to straddle her thigh so the younger woman can grind while she watches every tremor. Slickness glistens. Every roll of hips, every drag of swollen clit against smooth muscle edges both of them closer. Fingers circle swollen clits now, circle and flick, until each release breaks with helpless cries. Afterward, legs still tangled, Serene strokes the damp hair off Leana's forehead, the room heavy with sweat and citrus perfume.