Lick My Lips

Scarlet Sage leans in first. She kisses Kenzie's mouth like she means it, then lets her lips travel lower, tasting each inch of the blonde's skin as though she's starving and Kenzie is dinner. Her tongue circles a small nipple, sucks it gently, then moves on—every part of Kenzie laid bare and welcomed. When the blonde's thighs part, Scarlet buries her face there, licking slow and steady, breathing the warm scent of her, letting the taste settle on her tongue. Kenzie moans, then returns the favor. She pulls Scarlet down, runs her hands over the brunette's tight little breasts, kisses the softness of her belly, and buries her mouth between her legs, tasting the slick heat, feeling her pulse against her lips. They trade places without a word—Scarlet on her back, legs open, Kenzie licking deep, then Scarlet crawling over her again, fingers slick, tongue working in tight circles until both women shake and clutch at each other, breath catching, thighs trembling, lost in the steady rhythm of skin against skin.