Love on the Horizon

Two women move toward each other like a storm on the horizon. Iwia and Blanche Bradburry. Their mouths meet, open, and the kiss turns wet fast. Saliva strings between them when they pull apart, only to dive back in harder. Blanche gets Iwia on her back and spreads her thighs. She licks long and slow at first, then presses her whole face in, tongue working deep. Iwia shudders, fingers knotted in Blanche’s hair, hips already rolling. Blanche slips two fingers inside her and curls them hard. Iwia’s back arches; she moans loud enough to fill the room. They flip. Iwia pushes Blanche’s legs open and climbs between them. She grinds down, cunt to cunt, slick skin sliding. They rock together—slow, then faster, wetness spreading between them with every thrust. Their clits catch on each other and hold. Blanche grabs Iwia’s ass and pulls her tighter. The rhythm breaks into frantic jerks. Iwia comes first, thighs shaking, a ragged cry tearing loose. Blanche follows seconds later, her whole body locking up as the second orgasm rips through her. They barely pause before starting again.