Deep love

Ivanka leaned over her book when the rain drummed the windows. Aaralyn brushed the cover aside and pulled the younger girl onto her lap. Shirts lifted, sweat-warm tits slipped free, and hungry mouths found puckered nipples that tasted like salt and salt. Fingers slid down open thighs, dragged across slick folds until they slipped inside. One hand folded, thumb tucked, and disappeared knuckle-deep in the tight stretch of her cunt while the other teased her clit with lazy circles. Ivanka’s breath hitched, pushed back against each thrust. Then Aaralyn dipped lower, tongue parting her from clit to tailbone, slow and filthy, and tasted the second tight ring with wet strokes and gentle suction until Ivanka shuddered and came without a sound.