Lesbians of two generation

Katherine arches her back and Sienna’s mouth finds her immediately. Tongues flick. Fingers slide in and out, slick and greedy. Skin meets skin, soft against soft. Years apart? Doesn't matter. They move like women who know exactly what they want. Katherine’s thighs tremble, Sienna’s curls fall across her face as she works lower. Wet sounds fill the quiet. They fuck each other hard with mouths and hands, slow then fast, refusing to rush. Each breath pushes them closer. When the climax hits, it rolls through them like heat—deep, throbbing, unstoppable.