Lesbian House Hunters #04

India swings by to drop off the yard sign. The conversation lingers at the door, then they’re kissing in the hallway. Tanya tugs India’s shirt over her head, teeth grazing her throat while hands work her zipper open. India’s already wet—two fingers sliding into her feel it instantly. They stumble onto the couch, Tanya’s mouth dragging between India’s spread legs, sucking and licking until her hips jerk. She comes hard, knuckles white against the cushions, then pushes Tanya down and rides her until her thighs shake again. Later, when India finally straightens her clothes, both are flushed, mouths bruised, the air thick with what just happened.