The Everlasting Truth

Blonde against brunette. Nothing else required. Serenity lowers herself onto Lexi’s mouth and they fit instantly. Her hips move slow, deliberate. She grinds against the slick, open tongue beneath her, pale blonde hair sweeping down her back with each roll. Lexi keeps her hands on Serenity’s thighs, fingers flexing, nails marking faint crescents in the flesh as she drinks her in. She moans into that heat, low and muffled, the sound spreading through the soft flesh pressed against her face. Serenity looks down, biting her lip, watching. Then she leans forward, palms braced on the bed, offering more. Her thighs start to tremble. Lexi never stops—her tongue pushes deeper, circles, pulls back only to do it again, a rhythm they slip into without words. The wet sounds grow louder with every breath. Sweat beads on the curve of Serenity’s spine. When she comes she stays silent, mouth parted, muscles locking, head tilted back like she’s tasting something richer than air.