Please Make Me Lesbian #03

Zoey and Lily found time. They stripped and touched like they had nothing else to lose. Lily climbed onto the bed, knees spread, holding herself open. Zoey watched for a second, then crawled between her thighs and licked. Slow at first, then deeper, until Lily grabbed her hair and pulled her closer. She tasted salt and sweetness, licked every fold. Lily’s breathing turned ragged fast. When Zoey slid two fingers inside, Lily gasped and pushed down onto them. Zoey curled and pressed, found that spot that made Lily curse. She pumped her hand and worked her tongue in steady circles until Lily’s legs shook and her hips bucked hard against her face. Lily came once, then again, fingers digging into Zoey’s shoulders. Still panting, she flipped her onto her back and buried her face between Zoey’s legs. She sucked her clit the way she’d learned Zoey liked it—slow, steady pressure with quick flicks between. Zoey’s moans filled the room. Lily pushed three fingers in, fucking her with long, firm strokes until Zoey came loud and sudden, thighs clamped tight around Lily’s head. They didn’t stop there. Lily moved up, straddling Zoey’s thigh, grinding against the slick skin until her second orgasm rolled through her. Zoey reached down, rubbed her own clit, came again just from the sight and the feel of Lily riding her. Later they lay tangled, bodies damp, breathing like they’d run for miles. Nothing fancy. Just sweat, sore mouths, and the calm that comes after you’ve both had everything you wanted.