Love juices

They fuck with no curtains drawn. Lepidoptera’s legs are wide on the low couch, Aletta kneeling between them, mouth locked on her swollen cunt. Aletta’s tongue works in tight circles, sucking and flicking, drinking whatever leaks out until the flow gets louder, wetter. A sudden pulse hits, warm liquid flooding Aletta’s lips, streaking her chin and dripping down her throat. Lepidoptera bucks, gasping, and the rest spurts out in hard, rhythmic jets. They switch without speaking. Aletta climbs up, spreads herself above Lepidoptera’s face, grinds down until Lepidoptera’s tongue finds the soaked folds. Aletta fucks her mouth slowly, hips rolling. Her moans grow rougher each time that tongue drags across her clit. When she comes it’s immediate and messy: she arches, thighs shaking, and the squirt hits Lepidoptera’s tongue, her cheeks, running hot down her neck while Aletta holds the pose, shaking with aftershocks. Finished, they lie tangled, thighs slick and shining. Their breathing fills the room until one of them laughs softly and reaches for the bottle on the table.