Yet another love story

Cayenne Klein has small hands and a spine that bends easy. She and Leyla Black hit the mattress without warning. Legs tangle, mouths crash, clothing gets yanked aside instead of unbuttoned. Cayenne slips between those long brown thighs, her tongue flat and greedy against Leyla’s swollen clit. Leyla arches, twists the bedsheet, keeps one heel dug into Cayenne’s back to hold her right there. Wet sounds echo each time Cayenne works her fingers deeper, pushing, curling, fucking. Leyla’s breath breaks into short gasps, hips jerking forward. Cayenne moans at the taste, the heat, the slick coating her lips. Leyla pulls her up by the hair for a slick, filthy kiss, then shoves her back down again. Cayenne answers with another slow, sucking lick that has Leyla cursing in Spanish. Skin meets skin, sweat glistens, bodies ride that thin edge where rhythm turns frantic. Short, ragged cries mark every pulse Cayenne draws out of her until Leyla’s thighs clamp, her belly tightens, and she shudders hard, voice cracking as she comes against Cayenne’s mouth.