Teach Me

Veronica leans into Aidra during their talk. She says kids these days rush. They forget to feel everything. So they take their time. They taste deep. Lips slide, tongues press, slow and wet. Hands learn curves, palms fill with warm breast, fingers roll over hard nipples. Then Aidra climbs up, thighs lock around Veronica’s face. She sinks down. Veronica’s tongue works under every fold, steady, hungry. Juice coats her mouth. The pressure builds. They grind, slick on slick, hips rolling until the first hot rush spills across Veronica’s lips. Fingers push in next, knuckle deep, curling, pumping, while tongues stay busy. Sweat, spit, and squirt mix as they drive each other harder. The room is nothing but breath, skin, and the wet sound of two women giving everything they have.