Taste Me

Scarlett slides her tongue between Eliza's slick lips and doesn't waste time. The brunette's shaved cunt is already soaked. Eliza spreads wider, black lace riding up her hips as she grinds against Scarlett's mouth. She moans low, hips bucking when Scarlett's tongue circles her swollen clit. Then Eliza flips her. She pins Scarlett down, lips crashing hard, teeth dragging. Their natural tits press together—skin on skin, heat on heat—until Eliza drops lower, mouth open, hungry. She laps at Scarlett's bare slit like she's starving. Scarlett arches, fingers twisting in Eliza's hair, pulling her closer. They trade places again and again, kissing deep, tasting themselves on each other's tongues. Sweat beads. The room smells like sex. Every lick is greedier than the last.