Lesbian Seductions #17

Deauxma's mouth went dry the moment Angela walked in. Young, ripe, brimming with everything Deauxma had been starving for. She wasted no time. She brushed close, fingers trailing down Angela's bare arm like she owned the right. Angela's skin warmed beneath her touch. Deauxma leaned in and caught her mouth, tongue quick and sure. Angela melted. Clothes came off in impatient fists—Deauxma's hands rough, Angela's skin softer than expected. Deauxma dropped to her knees, spread Angela's thighs and licked. The first stroke made Angela gasp. The second made her moan. Deauxma kept licking, savoring every slick fold, tongue curling where it counted until Angela's legs shook and the taste hit Deauxma like sweet sin.