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She parts Sandy's thighs with a slow hand and the air thickens. Sandra leans in, her breath warm at Sandy's ear while her fingers trail along the seam of her cunt. Every stroke is slow, sure, sinking deeper. Sandy arches, hips rolling into the touch, soft sounds caught in her throat. Sandra answers with a flick over her clit that makes Sandy gasp, then eases a second finger inside, stretching her open until the silk around the knuckles glistens. Their mouths meet, tongues sliding together, soft and wet. Then Sandra bends, lips closing around Sandy's nipple, sucking until the nipple stands tight between her teeth. Sandy threads fingers through Sandra's hair, holding her there while another stroke curls inside, dragging against that swollen spot. The bed creaks under the measured grind of their hips, the lazy, steady rhythm of two women who know exactly how long they want the moment to last.