Lara's love

Lara loves Chrystine with an ache that runs bone-deep, velvet-warm, relentless. She picked the blonde because the girl grins when her mouth gets wet and she knows what to do with her tongue—soft circles, then firm, greedy strokes that coax every secret out of Lara’s cunt until Lara shakes, knees loose, breath torn. Best decision she ever made. Chrystine’s chin glistens when she looks up, lips swollen, eyes bright. Lara spreads wider and murmurs for her to keep going.