Getting soft!

Effie keeps a tight grip on her standards most days, but the sight of a pretty girl like Lyen Parker loosens something inside her. Her face loses its edge, her chest warms, and heat spreads lower, slick and insistent. She draws the young woman in, guides her head between parted thighs, and settles back with a low sigh as Lyen’s mouth finds her. The first slow lick sends a tremor through the older woman’s hips. She holds Lyen there, fingers threaded in soft hair, while the girl’s tongue works deeper—slow circles, then firmer strokes that make Effie’s breath catch. Old need meets new eagerness, skin to skin, breath to breath, until the room fills with the wet, rhythmic sounds of their shared pleasure.