Lick My Lips

Kenzie runs her palms down Scarlet’s waist, feeling the soft give of flesh that yields under her touch. Their mouths meet. Wet. Slow. Tongues press, then retreat. Scarlet’s hand slips inside Kenzie’s top, fingertips tracing the heavy swell of her breasts before she frees them, letting the pale flesh spill warm into her grip. They undress one another without haste. Scarlet’s shirt drops to the floor. Kenzie leans in, lips brushing a nipple, tasting it, drawing it deep until Scarlet’s breath catches. Fingers wander lower. Kenzie parts Scarlet’s thighs and drags her tongue upward in one firm stroke, savoring the salt-sweet heat that meets her. Scarlet answers with a low sound, hips tilting toward the pressure. Kenzie spreads her own legs, inviting Scarlet’s mouth. The blonde sinks down. Scarlet licks once, twice, then seals her lips and sucks, tongue working in steady rhythm. Kenzie’s thighs tremble. Her fingers knot in Scarlet’s hair, holding her there. Both women move in sync now—each tasting, each stroking—until the air fills with the soft, wet sounds of mouths and skin meeting.