Web Exclusive 023 Magdalene St Michaels Sydni Ellis

Sydni pouts, glossy lower lip pushed out, still in her heels and stockings when Magdalene decides the night can wait. She turns from the mirror and crosses the room in three steps. Her hands land on Sydni’s hips, pulling her close, and she kisses the pout away—slow at first, then harder, until the younger woman’s mouth opens and their tongues slide together. Magdalene tastes like the red wine they opened earlier. She walks Sydni backward until her legs hit the edge of the bed, then pushes her down onto the sheets. “Fine,” Magdalene says, voice low. “But I want something first.” She kneels, slips her fingers under the tops of Sydni’s stockings, and rolls one down just far enough to press her mouth to the inside of a bare thigh. Sydni’s breath catches. Magdalene keeps going, lips moving higher until she reaches the thin strip of silk between Sydni’s legs. She kisses through the fabric, once, then twice, feeling the heat gather. Then she hooks a finger and pulls the panties aside. Her tongue finds Sydni’s clit without hurry. Long, steady strokes, then quicker circles when Sydni’s hips start to lift. Magdalene’s hand stays on one stocking-covered thigh, thumb stroking the sheer nylon while her mouth works. Sydni’s fingers find Magdalene’s hair, not guiding so much as holding on. The sounds coming out of her are soft at first, then sharper when Magdalene slips two fingers inside her and curls them. She doesn’t stop until Sydni’s thighs tighten around her head and the younger woman comes with a broken moan, stockings trembling against Magdalene’s cheeks. When Sydni’s breathing evens out, Magdalene rises, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and leans in for another kiss—this one slower, almost sweet. “Now,” she says against Sydni’s lips, “it’s my turn.” She climbs onto the bed, swings one leg over Sydni’s face, and lowers herself until she feels warm breath against her own cunt. Sydni’s tongue meets her without hesitation. Magdalene rocks her hips, grinding down, one hand braced on the headboard. She lets herself feel every flick and press, eyes half-closed, until the pressure builds and breaks and she comes with a quiet, satisfied sound. Later, tangled together, Sydni’s stockings twisted around one ankle, Magdalene traces a finger down the other woman’s spine. “Still want to go out?” she asks. Sydni laughs, low and breathless. “In a minute.”