Web Exclusive - Scene 1185 Layla Rose Sarah Shevon

Layla sits on the edge of the bed, legs parted, watching Sarah crawl forward on hands and knees. Sarah reaches her, presses her lips to the slick heat between Layla's thighs, and starts licking slow and careful. Layla's breath catches. Her fingers tighten in Sarah's hair, pulling her closer. Sarah's tongue flattens and drags upward, circles the swollen clit, dips lower again. She hums into it. The sound vibrates through both of them. Layla's hips rock once, then again. Wetness coats Sarah's mouth and chin. She never breaks contact, sucking softly at the center before sealing her lips around the bud again. Layla swears under her breath. Her free hand finds her own breast, squeezes, pinches the nipple. She watches Sarah work like she's grading an exam. Every slow stroke of tongue, every sloppy sound, every shake of Sarah's shoulders. It's not enough. Layla pulls harder, grinding into the open mouth beneath her. 'Deeper,' she says, and Sarah obeys, tongue pushing inside, nose pressed to slick skin. She fucks her with it, short and steady, until Layla's thighs start to tremble around her ears. Then she sucks again, desperate and rhythmic. Layla's head tips back. Her moan comes out low and rough. The heat builds fast. Her grip never slackens. When she comes, her hips jerk hard, once, twice, and Sarah keeps licking right through it, greedy, swallowing everything she can reach.