Let Her Drip

Little Puck's tongue works between Victoria's thighs until the flood comes. Victoria arches hard, heels digging into the sheets, and her pussy lets go in a hot rush that splashes Little Puck's chin and chest. She swallows what she can and keeps licking, chasing every fresh spurt while her own slick runs down her legs and pools beneath her knees. They switch. Victoria's fingers hook inside Little Puck, pumping fast, and the smaller woman starts to shake. Her toes curl, one foot lifting to press against Victoria's breast, sole slipping on the wet skin. Then it hits. Little Puck sprays in thick, sudden arcs, soaking Victoria's stomach and the sheets beneath them both. She moans through it, shaking, foot still pressed to the other woman's chest as she empties herself in long, wet pulses. After, they lie facing each other, legs tangled, bodies shiny. Victoria traces a line through the mess on Little Puck's belly, then sucks her finger clean.