Please Make Me Lesbian #03

Shyla hesitates as Lily presses closer, fingers tracing lower with each breath. Lily knows how to take what she wants. She eases Shyla back, lips sliding down her throat, leaving warmth in their wake. The moment shifts. Shyla stops thinking, just feels. Heat builds between them, wet and urgent. Lily moves with purpose, tongue circling until Shyla arches, voice catching with every stroke. She grips the sheets, thighs quivering around Lily's shoulders. She comes hard, body tightening and releasing in waves, a long breath leaving her as it passes.