Age Gap?

Call it an old-young romance if you like. One look at Szandi under the lights and the years between them blur. Her body still moves like it never learned how to slow down—hips rolling, mouth open, tasting Denise like she means to finish her. Denise strains to match her, every lick and gasp an effort just to keep pace with that hunger. Szandi doesn’t wait. She pins, she sucks, she takes. The younger woman writhes, tries, catches her breath only when Szandi lets her.