Sizzling summer

Zafira pinned Ciara on the blanket, bare skin baking in the afternoon heat. Their mouths locked, tongues trading thick, wet kisses that turned their lips shiny and red. Zafira slipped lower, dragging her teeth along the inside of Ciara’s thigh, and the moment her tongue parted the swollen folds every muscle in Ciara’s belly jumped. She worked slow, filthy circles over the clit, then pressed her mouth hard and sucked until spit and slick ran down the crack of Ciara’s ass. When Ciara began to shake, Zafira sat up, licked her own fingers shiny, and slid three straight inside. The stretch pulled a hoarse sound from Ciara’s throat. Zafira twisted, spread, and kept pushing until her knuckles bumped and then disappeared. A slick rush coated her wrist as she pumped deeper. The fist opened and closed once, twice, each time drawing a fresh rush of wetness that soaked the blanket beneath them. Ciara bucked, frantic, but Zafira held her down and kept the pace steady, driving the whole width of her hand in until Ciara came in hard, clenching waves around it, spit still glistening at the corner of her mouth.