Battle of the fairies

The brunette arrives first, already flushed from the cold. She stands in the middle of the room, thick black hair loose over bare shoulders, heavy breasts rising as she breathes. The other woman steps out of the dark, skin pale, expression sharp. She sizes up the brunette’s body with slow interest. Both naked. The taller one moves first, closing the space, hands claiming the soft weight of those full tits. She pushes the brunette back against the edge of the bed and takes a nipple between her teeth, sucking hard enough to make her gasp. The brunette’s fingers thread into the pale woman’s hair, pulling her closer, feeding her more. Their bodies press together, the brunette yielding, the other woman taking control, guiding her down, spreading her legs and settling between them. Wet heat meets wet heat, slow grind turning urgent. The brunette moans under the weight and the rhythm, submitting to the pace the pale woman sets, every thrust of hips dragging slick friction across her clit. She comes first, a low cry breaking from her throat, and the pale woman keeps moving until she follows, breath hot against the brunette’s neck.