Lez experiences

Sabrina arrived rail-thin and hungry. Every glance from her hazel eyes read the same silent plea, so we handed her to Cayenne like an offering. Cayenne took the invitation without hesitation, pressing the girl down until her back kissed silk. She traced the tip of her tongue around each small breast, then drew the nipple between her teeth just long enough for a gasp. Fingers followed, slipping through silky folds until they found the tight, trembling center waiting for its first invasion. Two strokes, then three, and Sabrina’s legs parted farther, needy, shameless. Cayenne slid lower, parted her gently, and licked her open with slow, deliberate strokes. Sabrina bucked, a raw, surprised sound breaking free, and Cayenne answered by sinking two fingers inside while her mouth stayed locked on the swollen clit. The bed creaked in steady rhythm as she worked her deeper, faster, the wet sounds of their joining filling the room. Just when the trembling peaked, Cayenne eased her pace, drew back, and climbed over her, kissing the taste of Sabrina back into her own mouth. Bodies slotted together, slick heat against slick heat, they rocked through the aftershocks, skin flushed and glistening, the lesson unfinished and already unforgettable.