Diversity in everything

Beata is tiny and always hungry. She likes any woman who can take her heat. Tonight she wanted something older. We steered her toward Margo, a woman whose years have tightened the muscles between her legs rather than softening them. Beata knees the mattress between Margo's calves and pulls apart those pale, freckled thighs. The older cunt shines beneath a neat trim of salt-and-pepper curls. Beata runs two fingers along the slick seam, opens the plump lips, and breathes the hot, musky air that drifts up. Her tongue darts, tasting metal and cream. Margo answers with a low, throaty moan, and the sound lands inside Beata like an order. She settles in, mouth sealed around Margo's clit, sucking hard, rhythm steady as a drum. A knuckle presses lower, finds the snug back hole and circles it without apology. Margo's hips lift, offering both openings. Her heavy breasts slide sideways on her chest; Beata catches one dark nipple between thumb and forefinger and twists it. The bedroom fills with wet, urgent sounds and the thick scent of two generations fucking. Beata never pauses, tongue darting and curling, then sliding three fingers deep into Margo until the older woman clamps down and begins to tremble.