Lesbian Seduction

Dana Weyron doesn't usually go down on women, but Mira's body left her no choice. The brunette drew her in—smooth skin, wet heat, that scent—and Dana stopped thinking. She pressed her tongue against Mira's slit and tasted the slick need already coating it. Mira's thighs flexed around her head, guiding every stroke. Dana licked deeper. Slow at first, then firmer, letting the juices coat her chin while Mira rocked against her mouth. Every flick sent a fresh pulse through Mira's cunt, and Dana chased it, lost in the rhythm of sucking, tasting, swallowing. By the time Mira came hard against her lips, Dana was already thinking about the next time.