Lesbian Pussy For Breakfast

Thea turned the heat down to a simmer. Sofi shoved the mixing bowls aside and stretched out across the wooden table, legs parted. Thea stepped between them. They kissed like they had all morning, slow then urgent, Sofi's fingers already working at the tie of Thea's apron. The fabric fell open. Thea cupped Sofi's breast through the thin T-shirt, thumb circling the nipple until it tightened. Sofi arched up, breath hitching, and Thea answered by sliding her hand down to the edge of Sofi's sleep shorts and pulling them off in one quick move. She ran a fingertip through the slick heat between Sofi's thighs, then lowered her mouth and licked a slow, deliberate line up the center of Sofi's cunt, tasting salt and warm skin. Sofi moaned and grabbed a fistful of Thea's hair, holding her there. Thea licked again, firmer now, sealing her lips around the swollen clit and sucking in steady pulses while her fingers pushed inside, working deep. The eggs sizzled on the stove. Sofi spread wider, heels braced on the chair, and came with a ragged gasp, thighs shaking against Thea's cheeks. Thea kept licking through it, softer now, until Sofi pushed her away, laughing, breathless. She sat up, kissed Thea hard, tasting herself, and whispered against her mouth that it was Thea's turn next.