Women Seeking Women #89 - Scene 3

She’s small, but you notice right away. Her tits barely move when she shifts her weight, pale skin dotted with ink. A stud glints in her navel when her shirt rides up. Another in her tongue—she shows you that one when she kisses. It starts with mouths. Wet, slow, hungry. Then she climbs on top. You’re on the floor, looking up, and she lowers that ass over your face like she owns it. Her thighs flex. She grinds. Every sway of her hips drags her cunt across your mouth, slick and unhurried. She isn’t shy about it. She rocks until she’s soaked and you’re drowning in her. Her hands stay on your chest, nails scratching skin. You feel every breath she takes, every soft sound that slips out when your tongue hits the right spot. The tattoos on her ribs stretch as she leans forward, chasing the high. She doesn’t stop until her legs shake and the pressure builds too much to hold back. Then she comes—quiet, sharp, a small body tensing over you like it might break. She tastes like salt and heat and everything you shouldn’t want but can’t stop chasing.