Lesbian Triangles #04

Brianna pulled into the driveway, legs still humming from three hours behind the wheel. Deauxma met her at the door wearing only a silk slip the color of a bruise. She reached under Brianna’s dress without asking, found the thin cotton of her panties, and tugged them aside. Two fingers slid straight in. Brianna gasped, hips jerking forward. Deauxma kept her fingers busy—steady, practiced strokes—while her free hand undid the top buttons of Brianna’s dress. When Brianna’s breasts spilled out, Deauxma sucked one nipple and then the other, tongue rolling the stiff tips until Brianna’s knees went soft. The older woman steered her onto the leather couch, spread her open, and buried her mouth between the girl’s thighs. She licked in slow, sure circles, sucked the swollen clit until Brianna was trembling and cursing. Deauxma’s fingers curled inside her at just the right angle, pumping faster, wetter, until Brianna came hard and loud, thighs shaking around Deauxma’s head. Only then did Deauxma stand, wipe her mouth on the back of her hand, and ask if she wanted another round in the bedroom.