Ageless Romance

No one knows where Malya and Denise first crossed paths, and the details stay locked away. They simply appear inseparable now. Behind closed doors their hands work without pause, one woman’s fingers driving the other to the edge again and again. The older spreads wide for the younger, who presses in deep and curls hard against the spot that makes her hips buck. Then it’s the young mouth at work, tongue flat and patient, tasting slick folds before slipping inside, circling the swollen bud until the older woman shudders. It’s an ageless hunger laid bare.