Please Make Me Lesbian #03

Shyla finally touches Lily the way she's wanted. Her hands slide over curves she's only traced in her mind. Lily meets every stroke, thighs parting as their mouths find each other again. Slick heat grows between them. Lily's fingers press firm circles against her until Shyla's breath breaks into short, ragged sounds. They move together, hips finding rhythm. Lily takes her apart with steady pressure, whispering how good she feels, how wet she is. Shyla comes hard, thighs clamped around Lily's hand. Her body stays open, hungry for more, learning how much she can take, how much more she wants.