Lez love

They skip straight past hello. Mya’s tongue finds the slick seam between Jo’s thighs and Jo answers with her own mouth, sucking slowly at Mya’s swollen clit. Tangles of hair slide across skin. Hips roll, settle, push again. Nothing else matters until both women tense and spill over, soft gasps filling the quiet room. Afterwards, breathing steady, they finally talk—bodies still cooling, legs loosely hooked together, voices low and easy.