'Summertime' for Effie

It's summer for Effie. Her cunt is wet and throbbing, slick with need for someone younger. Summer walks into the room like she owns it, all golden hair and smooth skin, and drops straight between Effie’s open thighs. She presses her mouth to the old woman’s slit, tongue slow and deliberate, tasting decades of patience in one long lick. Effie’s legs tremble. She grabs fistfuls of Summer’s hair and holds her there, hips tilting forward, rubbing her swollen folds over the girl’s willing tongue. Summer moans into the heat and pulls her own hand down between her legs, fingers sliding easily into her own cunt. Neither stops. Each wet sound fills the quiet room while the old woman takes what she’s wanted all year and gives Summer the same—thrust for thrust, moan for moan, until they’re both shuddering and spent.