Hot jeans

Charlene stands in front of Laima wearing her new jeans dress. Laima stares, then moves in. Her hands press against the denim stretched tight across Charlene’s small breasts. The fabric rubs roughly, but Charlene’s skin beneath is soft. Laima slides her fingers lower, tracing the curve of her waist, feeling the warmth through the stiff material. She grips Charlene’s hips and pulls her closer, breathing against the blonde’s neck. Her palms roam under the hem, pushing up along smooth thighs until denim meets bare skin. Laima kneels without a word and presses her mouth to the front of the dress, tongue wetting the coarse weave right over Charlene’s mound. Charlene’s breath hitches. Laima keeps licking, tasting cotton and skin, fingers sliding up inside the dress now, cupping the bare heat between her legs. The rough jeans scrape softly against Laima’s cheek as she works her tongue deeper, and Charlene’s hands find the back of the redhead’s neck, holding her there.