One More Time

Angela pressed down. Her wet cunt ground slow circles over Anastasia's open mouth. The girl’s tongue pushed deep inside her, slick and hungry. Angela rode it. Each roll of her hips dragged her clit across soft lips, then back down onto that greedy mouth. She gripped the headboard with both hands and let her head fall back. Her silver hair swung against her bare shoulders. Anastasia moaned into her. The sound vibrated straight through Angela’s cunt. The old woman felt it and pushed harder, grinding until her juices coated the girl’s chin and neck. She reached behind her, found one of Anastasia’s small tits, and squeezed until the nipple stiffened between her fingers. “More,” Angela rasped. She rocked faster now. The slap of skin on skin grew wetter, messier. Anastasia’s hands clutched Angela’s ass, pulling her down so she could bury her tongue deeper. Angela’s thighs trembled. She felt the hot pulse start low in her belly, spreading out in long, deep waves. She came hard. Her cunt pulsed against the girl’s mouth, flooding her with fresh wetness. Anastasia swallowed what she could and kept licking. Angela didn’t stop. She eased her weight back, just enough to catch her breath, then slid down the girl’s body until she lay between spread thighs. Anastasia’s cunt was slick, pink, glistening. Angela dragged two fingers through the folds, then pushed them inside in one slow thrust. Anastasia arched. Angela pumped her hand, steady and deep, thumb circling the swollen clit with each stroke. The girl’s hips chased the motion, fucking herself on Angela’s fingers. Angela leaned in and sucked the little clit between her lips. She hummed low in her throat. The vibration made Anastasia gasp. Angela curled her fingers, found the spot that made the girl shake, and kept pressure there while her tongue flicked fast and light. Anastasia came with a broken cry, cunt clenching tight around Angela’s fingers, thighs closing hard on her head. Angela didn’t move right away. She stayed there, mouth pressed to the girl’s cunt, licking slow and gentle while the aftershocks faded. Outside the window the city lights blinked against a dark winter sky. Angela kissed the inside of Anastasia’s thigh, then crawled up to lie beside her. Their skin stuck where it touched, salt-slick and warm. Angela slid one leg over the girl’s and pulled her close. She kissed her mouth, tasting herself on Anastasia’s tongue. The clock on the nightstand showed ten minutes left until midnight. Plenty of time for another round.