Honey's best lesbian experience

Honey Demon still remembers that afternoon. Antonya walked in half-naked, nothing but a towel slung low on her hips, and the air shifted. They faced each other on the bed, knees touching, breathing too fast. Antonya leaned in first, lips brushing Honey’s before she licked a slow stripe between her breasts. Honey arched, nipples stiffening under Antonia’s tongue, the heat of that first, trembling touch pulsing straight between her legs. She slid her hand under the towel, found the slick heat waiting there, fingers gliding through wet folds. Antonya gasped when two slick digits pushed inside, her muscles clenching tight around the slow, steady thrust. They kissed harder, tongues sliding, teeth grazing lips. Antonya pressed her thigh between Honey’s legs and started to grind, rubbing the swollen clit against warm skin with every rolling motion. Honey’s fingers worked faster, curled just right, until Antoniya’s whole body went rigid, thighs shaking, pussy pulsing around the invasion. Only then did Honey let herself come, riding Antonya’s thigh, moaning into the other girl’s open mouth.