Hazel Wants To Know What Freya Tastes Like

They went at it like they meant it. Freya Parker shoved Hazel Moore down onto the mattress and climbed right on top, straddling her face with no apology and no hesitation. Hazel grabbed her thighs and pulled her closer. She licked deep, tongue moving with purpose, letting her spit mix with Freya's wetness as it slid over her lips and chin. Freya rode her. Hips grinding in long, deliberate strokes. She braced herself on the headboard and looked down, watching Hazel's tongue disappear between her folds. Every pass dragged a moan out of her. She reached back with one hand, slipped her fingers between Hazel's legs, and started fucking her while she got eaten out. Hazel's legs fell open fast. Her hips bucked up against Freya's hand like she was already halfway there. Freya used two fingers first, then three, curling them hard while her thumb worked tight circles over Hazel's clit. Hazel's thighs twitched every time Freya pushed deeper. They switched. Hazel climbed up and pressed her ass against Freya's mouth. Freya didn't tease. She ate her from behind like she wanted to ruin her. Tongue flat, then pointed, then inside. Hazel moaned loud enough to echo off the walls, pushing her ass back like she couldn't get enough. Freya slapped it once, hard, and kept going. Sweat ran down their backs. Hair stuck to skin. The room smelled like sex and breath and bodies. They finished with Hazel on her back and Freya on her knees between her legs. She stayed down there until Hazel's whole body shook and her voice cracked from saying Freya's name too many times. Freya didn't stop. She licked her through it, slow and focused, like she wasn't done yet.