Lesbian Art

Georgia Jones drops to her knees first. Sandy spreads her legs wider, heels hooked over the edge of the bed. Georgia’s tongue meets her with slow, flat strokes—nothing else in the room matters. The air is thick with the sound of slick skin and Sandy’s small, sharp gasps each time Georgia flicks higher. Sandy’s fingers twist into Georgia’s hair, pulling her closer, guiding her lower until Georgia’s lips close around her clit and suck. Sandy arches. She tastes. She moans. They switch without warning; now Sandy is buried between Georgia’s thighs, licking deep and steady while Georgia’s hips roll against her mouth. Both women glisten, breathing hard, tasting each other on their tongues and nothing else.