Aliz's Dutiful Little Helper

Connie is always nearby, quick to answer any small request. She runs her tongue between Aliz's legs like she would run an errand, calm and prompt. The older woman's thighs part, her season of experience meeting the soft curve of the younger face. Moisture gathers as Connie focuses; lips seal, tongue works, spreading warmth outward. The room grows close with quiet, unbroken sound, bodies swaying in slow, deliberate motion. From any seat, the view is clear. Watch Aliz tilt her hips, follow the brief pulse of breathing, listen to the wet, steady rhythm. Nothing else distracts. No need to think, only look and let it wash over.