Just a little detour

A little adventure might seem like nothing. Yet Dido and Kala still managed to make it count. Kala Ferard moved between Dido’s spread thighs and worked her tongue in slow, wet strokes. She licked around the clit first, then slid inside. Dido’s hips rose to meet her. Two fingers followed the tongue, pushing in deep, curling. The sounds were soft and messy. Dido came once, then again, and Kala kept licking until her mouth glistened and Dido trembled beneath her. Brief. Sweet. Hard to forget.