Beginners

Olimpia spreads Serilla on the rug, parts her thighs, lowers her mouth. The first lick—slow, wet—lands right on the clit. Serilla gasps, hips lifting. She tastes salt and silk and stays there, tongue circling, sucking gently, then deeper. Her own breath catches when Serilla’s hands tangle in her hair and pull her closer. They shift without speaking. Olimpia swings around, straddles Serilla’s face, and suddenly the same warm mouth is on her—two tongues learning at once. Wet sounds rise between their thighs. They find a rhythm: hips rocking, fingers gripping ass cheeks, sucking until the other whimpers and presses harder. The air thickens with their shared heat; nothing else matters but the next slow lick, the next shared shudder.