Too hot to handle

The old bitch had a good day. Ann Marie pressed her down and licked until her cunt shone. The young woman ate with purpose, tongue slow, lips glistening wetter every time she swallowed spit and taste. Old thighs shook around her shoulders. Ann Marie pulled the folds wider, pressed the flat of her tongue hard, and grinned when the elder woman bucked. The second time she tongued the hole proper, spit ran down to the mattress. The new wetness glistened on wrinkled lips, the youth's mouth all peach and silk. They faced each other, one body lined soft with years, the other smooth and urgent, yet both cunts hungry, both dripping the same.