Tempting to Sin

That young ass begs for hands, and Mara’s fingers obey. She palms the curve of Nia’s cheek, feels it warm and soft, the muscle twitching under her thumb. She leans in, mouth open, tongue dragging slow over skin that still tastes like the shower. Mara parts her, finds the slippery heat between Nia’s legs, and pushes two fingers inside before her own breath even catches. Nia pushes back against the touch, quiet little grunt, no protest, just hips tipping to take more. She stays bent over the kitchen table, elbows planted, letting the older woman lick the wet slit she’s exposed. Mara’s tongue curls, sucking at the swollen lips while her free hand spreads Nia wider, thumb teasing the tight ring just above. Every wet sound fills the kitchen. Nia’s breath comes quicker, but she doesn’t flinch—just rocks her pelvis in a slow, steady grind, milking every stroke. The matron’s mouth seals over her clit, pulls at it with firm suction; Nia’s thighs tremble but she keeps them wide, open, happy to be used. When Mara moans into her, the vibration shoots through flesh already stretched tight around her fingers, and the girl simply lets the pleasure come, one deep sigh after another.