Of Lesbian Erotica

Thirty minutes later, soft light lands on two women. The brunette presses in first, lips parted, tasting the blonde like she’s been craving it all night. Pale thighs spread. A hand slips lower, finds heat already slick and waiting. They kiss slow, then harder, breasts brushing skin on skin. The blonde moans into her mouth when fingers slide inside. The brunette answers with her tongue, licking wet circles that make the blonde grab at the sheets. Sweat gathers between them. Bodies rock in rhythm. Each thrust deeper. Each sigh louder. Every movement says they want this, need this, are lost inside it.