Sweet & Young

Dana pins Octavia down. Forty-something hunger versus barely legal. She spreads those milky thighs and buries her tongue like it owes her money. Octavia arches, slick against Dana's mouth, every wet sound caught between frantic breaths. Fingers push inside, knuckles gleaming, and juices run down pale skin in hot ribbons. Dana drags it out until Octavia shakes, then dives back in, licking every trace like she can't stand the thought of letting any go to waste.