She Knows

Leana Lovings and Liz Jordan touch like they mean it. Leana stretches back against the dorm bed, knees parted, while Liz settles between them. Liz tastes her first. Slow, wet circles that make Leana sigh and twist her hips. The brunette lets her head tip, hair spilling across the pillow, and her nipples tighten. She reaches for Liz, guiding her higher until they lie head to toe, mouths buried in each other at the same time. Tongues slide and dip, fingers follow, filling and stroking. Liz moans into Leana, the vibration driving another tremor through her. They rock together, legs locked, fingers working in gentle rhythm until every quiet breath turns into a sharp, shared release.