Soft like Silk

Even a dyed-in-the-wool cock fancier can wake up missing something warm and yielding. Judi finds herself missing Silk’s skin that morning and the need sets in fast. She wants a mouthful of the soft pink cunt Anina Silk has offered her and wastes no time slipping between the girl’s open thighs. Her mouth works with practiced hunger, lips and tongue coaxing every wet fold while her hands pin Silk’s hips to the sheets. The younger woman writhes, but the hold never slips—Judi knows exactly how slow and firm the pressure needs to stay for that plump clit to swell against her tongue. Silk’s breathing turns ragged, thighs quivering, toes curling in sheer silk sheets, and Judi keeps licking until the girl is soaking and bucking, pleasure cresting so sharply it borders on pain.