Lesbian Sex #05

Rozen leaned back against the headboard, naked and unbothered, while Juelz lit a thin cigarette and took a slow drag. The question came out half-dressed: how had it started for her? Juelz watched the smoke curl between them. She told the first girl like she remembered skin instead of names: hands under bleachers after practice, kisses that tasted like cherry ChapStick and chlorine. Then locker-room mirrors fogged with breath. Then her roommate freshman year, quiet and daring, who taught her how to eat pussy like a secret she wanted to keep. Rozen's thighs parted without instruction. Juelz crushed the cigarette, slid down, and pressed her mouth between them—tongue slow and sure, lips parting wet folds, tasting the first salt and the quick pulse that followed. Rozen’s fingers gripped the sheets, breath catching each time Juelz flicked deeper, until her hips rose hard and wordless against that relentless mouth. When she came, it was sharp, sudden, and Juelz stayed there, licking through the aftershocks like she had nowhere else to be.