Please Make Me Lesbian #01

Hayden kicked off her panties and pressed two fingers inside herself, watching Syren’s tongue trace slow circles around Heather’s clit. Heather gasped. Her back arched, her knees falling wider as Syren licked her open. Each wet lap drew a soft, wrecked sound from Heather that made Hayden’s wrist move faster. Syren’s fingers slid in deep and crooked, pressing against something that sent Heather shuddering. Sweat glistened on her skin. Hayden rubbed her thumb over her own clit in time with Syren’s mouth, breaths sharp, hips twitching. Syren rose just enough to bite the inside of Heather’s thigh, leaving a faint mark, then dipped back down, lapping like she was drinking her in. Heather’s hand reached blindly, found Syren’s hair, and clenched. Their breathing mingled, the faint creak of bedsprings keeping time with the wet sounds between them. Hayden ground harder against her fingers, clit aching, mouth open, eyes fixed on every tremor shaking through Heather’s body.