Lesbian Triangles #15

Juliana was already lost when Anita walked in. That dress did nothing to hide the curves underneath—full hips, strong thighs, the kind of chest that made you stare and forget yourself. Anita noticed. She always did. She moved closer, slow, until her perfume hit. Sweet. Expensive. She touched Juliana’s face, then kissed her, deep, until the other woman let go completely. They undressed each other in silence. Anita’s nipples hardened the second the air hit them—pink, tight, perfect. Juliana sucked one into her mouth, flicking her tongue, biting just enough to draw a low sound from Anita’s throat. She tasted clean, a little salty. Anita’s hand slipped between Juliana’s legs and found her already wet. Two fingers slid in without resistance. Juliana gasped, hips bucking. Anita worked her open, fingers curling, thumb pressing the swollen clit with each stroke. Juliana came fast—shuddering, thighs shaking, head thrown back. Anita didn’t stop. She pressed harder. Juliana whimpered, legs spreading wider. When she came again, it was rougher. Her pussy pulsed around Anita’s fingers, dripping down her wrist. Anita climbed over her. She lowered her cunt to Juliana’s mouth, grinding slow at first, then faster. Juliana licked greedily, tongue dragging through the wet folds, sucking the clit until Anita groaned and came hard, soaking her face. They stayed tangled, breath slowing, skin hot and slick.