Playtime for Lana S and Baby Sky

Lana and Sky move toward each other in one slow, deliberate motion. Fingers trace collarbones, thumbs press into hipbones. Lana kisses Sky’s mouth first—slow, wet—then drops lower to run her tongue around each nipple until they tighten. Sky answers with a gasp and slips two fingers between Lana’s folds, stroking the slick heat until it coats her knuckles. Their legs tangle. Hips roll. Lana arches when Sky’s tongue finds her clit, circling, then pressing flat. She returns the favor at once, pulling Sky’s thighs apart so nothing hides the pink, glistening skin between them. They keep the same rhythm, fingers sliding inside, curling, withdrawing, wet sounds marking every thrust until both girls come hard against each other’s mouths, legs trembling but refusing to let go.