Demi Loves Aidra

Aidra settles on her side, cheeks offered, and Demi takes the invitation like it’s already hers. Her hands grip each globe, thumbs parting the cleft so her tongue can sweep low and slow. The taste makes her hum. She licks again, deeper, pressing until Aidra’s breath hitches and the muscles flutter under her mouth. A single finger slides in alongside, curling, coaxing the wetness that beads there into a slick sheen down the crack. Aidra turns onto her back, thighs falling wide. Demi climbs over, knees bracketing her face, and lowers until the soft, swollen folds meet Aidra’s waiting lips. The contact is immediate, electric. Aidra sucks gently, then firmer, tongue flicking the tender bud she finds while her nose is buried in warm skin. Demi rocks, slow circles, then faster, until every breath she draws is thick with the scent of sex. Fingers replace mouth, two of them sliding deep, finding the spot that makes Demi’s hips stutter. Aidra pumps steady, thumb riding the slick clit above. Demi’s head tips back, a moan catching low in her throat, and when the first tremor hits she grinds harder, thighs trembling on either side of Aidra’s head. Aidra isn’t far behind. With her own legs spread, she reaches down, three quick strokes over her own swollen flesh while still tasting Demi. Their orgasms crest together, one sharp cry bleeding into the other, wetness spilling over fingers and tongue until both women are trembling, spent, skin glistening with the proof of how thoroughly they’ve taken each other apart.