Sapphic passion

Christina Bella and Suzy lock eyes, mouths already parting before they say a word. Suzy slides her tongue across Christina’s lower lip; Christina answers with teeth, biting down just hard enough to spark a moan. No bras, no teasing touches. Christina’s fingers find the seam between Suzy’s legs and push the soaked cotton aside. She pushes two fingers deep and curls them hard, the knuckles grazing every slick ridge inside. Suzy’s hips buck forward, her cunt clenching wet around the intrusion, a quick spurt coating Christina’s wrist. They drop to the floor, legs scissored, bare skin sliding against bare skin. Christina lifts Suzy’s thigh, presses their swollen clits together, and starts rocking, grinding tight circles until the sensation knocks the air from both of them. Juices mix, slick, hot, dripping onto polished hardwood. Suzy flips her over, pins her wrists, grinds her cunt in short, fast thrusts that make Christina gasp and bite her own shoulder. When Christina comes she shakes with her whole body, thighs fluttering against Suzy’s. Suzy stays right where she is, riding the last tremors until they tip her over too, her orgasm a sharp, choking cry, wetness spilling in short bursts down Christina’s thigh. Spent and dripping, they lie tangled, breathing in the same heavy rhythm.