Show Me How You Kiss

Brandi Love stares at Shyla Jennings like she already knows every answer. She asks the younger girl what turns her on about other women. Shyla whispers that she loves the soft feel of lips meeting, the slow, wet pull when mouths open wider. Brandi doesn’t wait. She leans in. Their first kiss is gentle. The second isn’t. Tongues slide, lips grind, spit shines on both chins. Hands move fast. Brandi pushes Shyla onto her back, spreads those smooth thighs and dips her head between them. The taste hits her tongue, sharp and warm. She licks long stripes through slick folds, circles the hard clit until Shyla whines. Shyla returns the favor, burrowing her face against Brandi’s soaked cunt, nose buried, mouth working. Both of them grind, hips rolling, fingers sliding in beside their tongues. Sweat glistens. Breath catches. Each lick lands deeper until they’re shaking, soaking each other’s faces and coming hard—raw, broken moans echoing as their bodies jerk, twitch, and finally ease into sticky, trembling aftershocks.