Women Seeking Women #103

Her mouth presses against mine, soft lips giving way to something darker. The kiss deepens fast, and her hands slide up my thighs while I pull her closer, tasting the hunger between us. Her big natural tits brush my chest, heavy and warm, the kind of weight you feel long after she pulls away. She breaks the kiss only to push me down onto the bed, climbing over my face, brunette hair falling loose around her shoulders. I breathe her in—sweat, skin, and the sharp scent of her already wet. Her fingers trace down my stomach, then lower, sliding between her own folds with slow precision before she presses them against my mouth. I lick them clean. She laughs, low and wicked, then lowers herself completely, taking my breath, my tongue, my attention. She grinds with purpose. The kind that leaves bruises and marks. Her tits sway above me, nipples tight, and I reach up to grab them, rolling them between my fingers as she rides my face harder. She knows what she wants. So do I.