Lesbian PsychoDramas #08

Darla arches beneath the sheets as Kara presses her down, hips grinding with slow, deliberate force. Each thrust lands deep, coaxing breathless sounds from Darla's throat. Kara switches angles without warning—sliding two fingers inside while her tongue works circles around Darla's clit, slow then quick, never the same pattern twice. Darla's hands fist the sheets, then Kara's hair, then the back of her own thighs as Kara folds her open again, lips slick, mouth hungry. Later, Kara straps in and pushes deep from behind, one hand pinning Darla's wrist, the other spanking where skin already stings. Darla begs louder each time Kara stops just shy of letting her come. When Kara finally flips her onto her back and curls inside her again, slow and thick, Darla breaks—legs shaking, voice gone raw, body clenching hard enough to drag Kara under with her.