Lesbian Triangles #04

Isabella and Sammie glance at the apartment listings, then the newspaper hits the floor. Sammie’s hand slips under Isabella’s silk robe. They never reach the phone. Isabella tugs Sammie’s zipper down, breathless, and drops to her knees. Mouth open, tongue teasing the top button of Sammie’s jeans before sliding it free. Panties gone. Fingertips skating across smooth inner thighs. Sammie shivers, knees parting. Isabella leans in, licking slowly—once, twice—until Sammie’s hips rock forward, slick heat brushing her tongue. Fingers slide inside, curling, pressing. Sammie’s breath shatters into half-whimpers. Isabella takes it deeper, the wet sounds echoing while she works fingers in steady, filthy strokes. With a ragged groan, Sammie’s thighs clamp, body shaking, pleasure spilling over. Isabella pulls back, lips glossy, smiling. The paper stays forgotten on the hardwood, ink already curling at the edges where their sweat drips.