Sophia Scissors Dharma

Sophia Burns and Dharma Jones trade soft kisses that turn urgent fast. Sophia sinks lower, parting Dharma with steady fingers, then presses her mouth to slick skin. Her tongue drags up slow and certain. Dharma exhales hard, hips lifting, hands fisting in the sheets. She pulls Sophia higher, spreading her open in return, tongue meeting wet heat. They settle into a slow rhythm—lick, pause, lick again. Each stroke pulls smaller sounds from both of them. Sweat beads at the small of Dharma's back; Sophia's cheeks stay flushed. They stay locked like that until thighs tremble, breath breaks, and one hard shiver gives way to another.